SCENE I. Putney.The entrance of a smith\'s shop.
[Enter three Smiths, Hodge and two other, old Cromwell\'s men.]
HODGE. Come, masters, I think it be past five a clock; is it not time
we were at work: my old Master he\'ll be stirring anon.
FIRST SMITH. I cannot tell whether my old master will be stirring or
no:but I am sure I can hardly take my afternoon\'s nap, for my young
Master Thomas, he keeps such a quile in his study, with the Sun, and the
Moon, and the seven stars, that I do verily think he\'ll read out his wife.
HODGE. He skill of the stars! there\'s good-man Car of Fulhum, he
that carried us to the strong Ale, where goodyTrundell had her maid got
with child:O he knows the stars.He\'ll tickle you Charles Waine in nine
degrees. That same man will tell you goody Trundell when her Ale shall
miscarry, only by the stars.
SECOND SMITH. Aye, that\'s a great virtue; indeed I think Thomas be
no body in comparison to him.
FIRST SMITH. Well, masters, come, shall we to our hammers?
HODGE. Aye, content; first let\'s take our morning\'s draught, and then
to work roundly.
SECOND SMITH. Aye, agreed; go in, Hodge.