M. Merry. Be not at one with her[158] upon any amends.
R. Roister. No, though she make to me never so many friends.
Not if all the world for her would undertake:
No, not God himself neither shall not her peace make.
On therefore, march forward! Soft, stay a while yet.
M. Merry. On!
R. Roister. Tarry.
M. Merry. Forth!
R. Roister. Back.