Heigho!
I'd rather grow.
In time of trouble I'm away;
With a heigho!—ill winds blow;
But always ready at pay day;
Heigho!
Great folks do so.
Enter another Villager.
1 Vil. Now, goodman Hobs, whence come you?
2 Vil. There is a great lord come in, from the routed party, who has taken shelter in our village, since break of day. One of your great friends, good sir. [To the Fool.