3. The Chandler by th[e] Wharf, and it be thy Will.
2. Gossip, good morrow.
4. Oh good morrow Gossip: good morrow all, I see ye of one mind you cleave so close together: come 'tis time, I have prepared [a] hundred if they stand.
1. 'Tis well done: shall we sever, and about it?
3. First, let's to the Tavern, and a pint a piece will make us Dragons.
2. I will have no mercy, come what will of it.
4. If my tuck hold, I'll spit the Guard like Larks with sage between 'em.
2. I have a foolish Bill to reckon with 'em, will make some of their hearts ake, and I'll lay it on: now shall I fight, 'twill do you good to see me.
3. Come, I'll do something for the Town to talk of when I am rotten: pray God there be enough to kill, that's all. [Exeunt.
Enter Dorialus, Nisus, Agenor.