R. Roister. Hoh!
M. Merry. Tush, I say, do not.
And what! shall your people here return straight home?
R. Roister. Yea, levy the camp, sirs, and hence again each one.
But be still in readiness, if I hap to call;[162]
I cannot tell what sudden chance may befall.
M. Merry. Do not off your harness, sirs, I you advise,
At the least for this fortnight, in no manner wise.
Perchance in an hour, when all ye think least,
Our master's appetite to fight will be best.