Phil. O, here comes a boy. Here, sirrah, come hither.
Boy. What say you, master?
Phil. Here, prythee, unbind us, I'll give thee a
Shilling.
Boy. Why, sir, can't you unbind yourselves?
Phil. Simple boy, thou seest we can't.
Boy. And have ye a mind to be unbound?
Phil. Yes, yes, we are in great torments
To lie thus.
Boy. Then, sir, you shall give me a piece,
And your hat, because I have never
A one, or else farewell.
Phil. Well, stay, here take it out of my pockets.
Boy. Yes, that I will do, before I unbind you,
And your hat too. [Exit.