Wild. Nay, then, as we have lived merrily, so let us die together: But we'll shew the Don some sport first.
Theo. What will become of us!
Jac. We'll die for company: Nothing vexes me, but that I am not a man, to have one thrust at that malicious old father of mine before I go.
Lop. Let us break our way through the corrigidor's band.
Jac. A match, i'faith. We'll venture our bodies with you: You shall put the baggage in the middle.
Wild. He that pierces thee, I say no more, but I shall be somewhat angry with him.—[To Alon.] In the mean time, I arrest you, sir, in the behalf of this good company. As the corrigidor uses us, so we'll use you.
Alon. You do not mean to murder me!
Bel. You murder yourself, if you force us to it.
Wild. Give me a razor there, that I may scrape his weeson, that the bristles may not hinder me, when I come to cut it.
Bel. What need you bring matters to that extremity? You have your ransom in your hand: Here are three men, and there are three women; you understand me.