Snap. They are lackeys, as near as I can guess them.
Grim. Such lackeys make me lack; an halter beswinge them!
Cham undone, they have my benters too.
Snap. Dost thou know them, if thou seest them?
Grim. Yea, that I do.
Snap. Then come with me, we will find them out, and that quickly.
Grim. I follow, mast tipstaff; they be in the court, it is likely.
Snap. Then cry no more, come away.
[Exeunt.
Here entereth Carisophus and Aristippus.