Jac. You
I take it are the next.
Fra. Go to him fool.
Clor. Not I, he will bite me.
Jac. When wit? when?
Clor. Good Captain.
Jac. Nay, and you play bo-peep; I'le ha' no mercy
But catch as catch may.
Fred. Nay, I'le not defend ye.
Clor. Good Captain do not hurt me, I am sorry
That e're I anger'd ye.
Jac. I'le tew you for't
By this hand wit, unless you kiss discreetly.
Clor. No more Sir.