But. What did we promise him?
Yeo. Do you ask that now?
But. I would be glad to know what 'tis.
Pan. I'le tell you,
It is to be all villains, knaves, and traytors.
Coo. Fine wholsome titles.
Pan. But if you dare, go forward.
Coo. We may be hang'd, drawn, and quarter'd.
Pan. Very true, Sir.
Coo. What a goodly swing I shall give the gallows? yet
I think too, this may be done, and yet we may be rewarded,
not with a rope, but with a royal master: and yet we may
be hang'd too.
Yeo. Say it were done; who is it done for? is it not for Rollo?
And for his right?