Hare. She's going out o'th' Town.
Val. The Town's the happier, I would they were all gone.
Fount. We cannot come to speak with her.
Val. Not to speak to her?
Bel. She will be gone within this hour, either now Val.
Fount. Hare. Now, now, now, good Val.
Val. I had rather march i'th' mouth o'th' Cannon, but adiew, if she be above ground, go, away to your prayers, away I say, away, she shall be spoken withall. [Exeunt.
Enter Shorthose with one boot on, Roger,and Humphrey.
Rog. She will go, Shorthose.
Short. Who can help it Roger?