M. Merry. May not folks be honest, pray you, though they be poor?
C. Custance. As that thing may be true, so rich folks may be fools.
R. Roister. Her talk is as fine as she had learned in schools.
M. Merry. Look partly toward her, and draw a little near. [Aside.
C. Custance. Get ye home, idle folks.
M. Merry. Why may not we be here?
Nay, and ye will haze, haze;[123] otherwise, I tell you plain,
And ye will not haze, then give us our gear again.
C. Custance. Indeed, I have of yours much gay things, God save all.