Mansipula. We can be but beaten, that is the worst.
Enter Subservus.
What how, Mansipulus! thou knave, art thou curs’d?
My lord standeth talking, and I gape for thee.
Come away, with a wannion! run, haste and hie.
Mansipulus. Nay, hearken, Subservus, stay, I pray thee:
Let us have a song, and then have with thee.
Subservus. Content, if thou hie thee.
Sing here all.
Hope so, and hap so, in hazard of threat’ning,