Moth. Lere me whylk way he wended.
Slicer. He is gone o'er the fields.
Hear. To the knight's house.
Moth. Why laugh you every dele? So mote I gone,
This goeth not aright; I dread some covin. [Exit Moth.
Slicer. Now will he meet with Have-at-all; there'll be
A combat worthy chronicle. Let's go,
And see how this grave motion[206] will bestir him. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Have-at-all: after a while, Moth; Slicer and Hearsay watching.
Have. What, no man yet march by? Whoe'er comes next,
I'll give him one rap more for making me
Stay here so long.
Enter Moth.