R. Roister. Qui Lazarum.
Heigho!
M. Merry. Dead men go not so fast in Paradisum.
R. Roister. Heigho!
M. Merry. Soft, hear what I have cast.
R. Roister. I will hear nothing, I am past.
M. Merry. Whough, wellaway!
Ye may tarry one hour, and hear what I shall say.
Ye were best, sir, for awhile to revive again,
And quite them, ere ye go.