Shoe. Well, sir, and till then I will not strike thee.
Jen. Well, sir, here is once, twice:—here is my hand, I will never do it the third time.
Shoe. Why, then, I see we shall not fight.
Jen. Faith, no: come, I will give thee two pots of the best ale, and be friends.
Shoe. [aside]. Faith, I see it is as hard to get water out of a flint as to get him to have a bout with me: therefore I will enter into him for some good cheer.—My friend, I see thou art a faint-hearted fellow, thou hast no stomach to fight, therefore let us go to the ale-house and drink.
Jen. Well, content: go thy ways, and say thy prayers, thou 'scapest my hands to-day. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.—At Wakefield.
Enter George-a-Greene and Bettris.
Geo. Tell me, sweet love, how is thy mind content?
What, canst thou brook to live with George-a-Greene?
Bet. O, George, how little pleasing are these words!
Came I from Bradford for the love of thee,
And left my father for so sweet a friend?
Here will I live until my life do end.
Geo. Happy am I to have so sweet a love.—
But what are these come tracing here along?
Bet. Three men come striking through the corn, my love.
Enter Robin Hood, Maid Marian, Scarlet and Much.