Hob.
Bum vay, neighbour Lob, I chould he were dead.
Ambidexter.
So would I, Lob and Hob, with all my heart.
Now with both hands will ye see me play my part?
[Aside.
Ah, ye whoreson traitorly knaves;
Hob and Lob, out upon you, slaves!
Lob.
And thou call’st me knave, thou art another: