_Enter_ RALPH SIMNELL _in_ PRINCE EDWARD'S _apparel; and_ PRINCE EDWARD, WARREN, _and_ ERMSBY _disguised._
_Ralph._ Where be these vacabond knaves, that they attend no better on their master?
_P. Edw._ If it please your honour, we are all ready at an inch.
_Ralph._ Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more post-horse to ride on: I'll have another fetch.
_Erms._ I pray you, how is that, my lord?
_Ralph._ Marry, sir, I'll send to the Isle of Ely for four or five dozen of geese, and I'll have them tied six and six together with whip-cord: now upon their backs will I have a fair field-bed with a canopy; and so, when it is my pleasure, I'll flee into what place I please. This will be easy.
_War._ Your honour hath said well: but shall we to Brazen-nose College before we pull off our boots?
_Erms._ Warren, well motioned; we will to the friar before we revel it within the town.--Ralph, see you keep your countenance like a prince.
_Ralph._ Wherefore have I such a company of cutting[191] knaves to wait upon me, but to keep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies? have you not good swords and bucklers?
_War._ Some scholar; and we'll ask him where Friar Bacon is.
_Bacon._ Why, thou arrant dunce, shall I never make thee a good scholar? doth not all the town cry out and say, Friar Bacon's subsizer is the greatest blockhead in all Oxford? why, thou canst not speak one word of true Latin.
_Miles._ No, sir? yes! what is this else? _Ego sum tuus homo_, "I am your man;" I warrant you, sir, as good Tully's phrase as any is in Oxford.
_Bacon._ Come on, sirrah; what part of speech is _Ego_?
_Miles. Ego,_ that is "I"; marry, _nomen substantivo_.
_Miles._ Why, sir, let him prove himself an 'a will; I can be heard, felt and understood.
_P. Edw._ Come, let us break off this dispute between these two.--Sirrah, where is Brazen-nose College?
_Miles._ Not far from Coppersmith's Hall.
_Miles._ Not I, sir, but what would you at Brazen-nose?
_Erms._ Marry, we would speak with Friar Bacon.
_Erms._ Marry, scholar, here's our master.
_Ralph._ Sirrah, I am the master of these good fellows; mayst thou not know me to be a lord by my reparrel?
_Miles._ Then here's good game for the hawk; for here's the master-fool, and a covey of coxcombs: one wise man, I think, would spring you all.