And lo, here our Dobinet cometh with it now.
D. Dough. It will cover me to the shoulders well enou'.
M. Merry. Let me see it on.
R. Roister. In faith, it doth meetly well.
M. Merry. There can be no fitter thing. Now ye must us tell
What to do.
R. Roister. Now forth in 'ray, sirs, and stop no more.
M. Merry. Now, Saint George to borrow![161] Drum, dub-a-dub afore.
T. Trusty. What mean you to do, sir? Commit manslaughter?
R. Roister. To kill forty such is a matter of laughter.