[Exit.]
MOUSE.
How now, Rumbelo, what shall we do now?
RUMBELO.
Faith, I’ll home to dinner, and afterward to sleep.
MOUSE.
Why, then, thou wilt be hanged.
RUMBELO.
Faith, I care not, for I know I shall never find them. Well, I’ll once more abroad, and if I cannot find them, I’ll never come home again.
MOUSE.
I tell thee what, Rumbelo; thou shalt go in at one end of the wood, and I at the other, and we will meet both together in the midst.
RUMBELO.
Content, let’s away to dinner.
[Exeunt.]