Those of Hammon’s side. Well, and what of all this?
Hodge. I’ll show you.—Jane, dost thou know this man? ’Tis Ralph, I can tell thee; nay, ’tis he in faith, though he be lamed by the wars. Yet look not strange, but run to him, fold him about the neck and kiss him.
Jane. Lives then my husband? Oh God, let me go,
Let me embrace my Ralph.
Ham. What means my Jane?
Jane. Nay, what meant you, to tell me, he was slain?
Ham. Pardon me, dear love, for being misled.
(To Ralph.) ’Twas rumoured here in London, thou wert dead.
Firk. Thou seest he lives. Lass, go, pack home with him. Now, Master Hammon, where’s your mistress, your wife?
Serv. ’Swounds, master, fight for her! Will you thus lose her?
All. Down with that creature! Clubs! Down with him!
Hodge. Hold, hold!