Trupeny. Ah whooresons.
C. Custance. Wel don in deede
M. Mery. Hold thine owne Harpax, downe with them Dobinet.
C. Custance. Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet.
Tib. Talk. All my chiefe quarell is to this same little knaue,
That begyled me last day, nothyng shall him saue.
D. Dough. Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite,
Saue you from hir maister, it is a very sprite.
C. Custance. I my selfe will mounsire graunde captaine vndertake,
R. Royster. They win grounde.