On towarde them Tibet, for scape vs they can not.
Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither.
M. Mery. God sende vs a faire day.
R. Royster. See they marche on hither.
Tib. Talk. But mistresse.
C. Custance. What sayst you?
Tib. Shall I go fet our goose?
C. Custance. What to do?
Tib. To yonder Captain I will turne hir loose
And she gape and hisse at him, as she doth at me,