[Enter Hostess and SLY]
I'll pheeze you, in faith.
A pair of stocks, you rogue!
Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look inthe chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!
You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy coldbed, and warm thee.
I know my remedy; I must go fetch thethird -- borough.
Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer himby law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,and kindly.
[Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train]
Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;And couple Clowder with the deep -- mouth'd brach.Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it goodAt the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;He cried upon it at the merest lossAnd twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,I would esteem him worth a dozen such.But sup them well and look