Chamberlain: Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It 
holds current that I told you yesternight: there's a
franklin in the wild of Kent hath brought three
hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to
one of his company last night at supper; a kind of
auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God 
knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and
butter; they will away presently.
GADSHILL: Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint
Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
Chamberlain: No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep 
that for the hangman; for I know thou worshippest
St. Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.
GADSHILL: What talkest thou to me of the hangman?
if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang,
old Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no 
starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are content to
do the profession some grace; that would, if matters
should be looked into, for their own credit sake, make
all whole. I am joined with no foot-land rakers, no 
long-staff sixpenny strikers, none of these mad
mustachio purple-hued malt-worms; but with nobility
and tranquillity, burgomasters and great oneyers,
such as can hold in, such as will strike sooner than
speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner 
than pray: and yet, 'zounds, I lie; for they pray
continually to their saint, the commonwealth; or
rather, not pray to her, but prey on her, for they ride
up and down on her and make her their boots.
Chamberlain: What, the commonwealth their 
boots? will she hold out water in foul way?
GADSHILL: She will, she will; justice hath liquored
her. We steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the
receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
Chamberlain: Nay, by my faith, I think you are 
more beholding to the night than to fern-seed for your
GADSHILL: Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share
in our purchase, as I am a true man.
Chamberlain: Nay, rather let me have it, as you are 
a false thief.
GADSHILL: Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all
men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the
stable. Farewell, you muddy knave.