T. Trusty. But when goest thou for him?
M. Merry. That do I very now.
C. Custance. Ye shall find us here.
M. Merry. Well, God have mercy on you. [Exit.
T. Trusty. There is no cause of fear; the least boy in the street—
C. Custance. Nay, the least girl I have, will make him take his feet.
But, hark! me-think they make preparation.
T. Trusty. No force, it will be a good recreation.
C. Custance. I will stand within, and step forth speedily,
And so make as though I ran away dreadfully.