Enter Randall.
Ran. And Maries now was won,
And all her pusiness done,
And Randalls now was run;
Hur have made all sure, I warrant hur.
Alex. Look, look, yonder's the conceit the mistake happened upon last night.
Anc. And the very box at's girdle.
Ran. Cot pless hur father Ploothounds, Randalls have robbed Ancients, hur warrant hur.
Anc. Sir, 'tis known how you came by that box.
Ran. Augh! was hur so?
Will you hear a noble Pritain,
How her gull an English Flag?[107]
Anc. And you ought to cry.
Ran. O noble Randalls, as hur meet by Nag's-head, with Maries plood, prave.