In a ray.
M. Merry. Dubba-dub, sirrah!
R. Roister. In a ray!
They come suddenly on us.
M. Merry. Dub-a-dub-dub!
R. Roister. In a ray!
That ever I was born! we are taken tardy.
M. Merry. Now, sirs, quit yourselves like tall men and hardy.
C. Custance. On afore, Truepenny! Hold thine own, Annot!
On toward them, Tibet, for scape us they cannot!