Sir, if you will forgive 'em, clap their hands together, there's no more to be said i'th' matter.
Mer. I do, I do.
Cit. I do not like this, peace boys, hear me one of you, every bodies part is come to an end but Ralph's, and he's left out.
Boy. 'Tis long of your self Sir, we have nothing to do with his part.
Cit. Ralph. Come away, make on him as you have done of the rest, boys come.
Wife. Now good Husband, let him come out and die.
Cit. He shall Nell, Ralph, come away quickly and die boy.
Boy. 'Twill be very unfit he should die sir, upon no occasion, and in a Comedy too.
Cit. Take you no care for that Sir boy, is not his part at an end, think you, when he's dead? come away Ralph.