That I dare not entice him any more,
For through Sapience he hath me clearly disdained,
That my courage is spent, and I have no more. [Make as going back.
Sap. Nay, soft, sir, we must talk with you, ere ye go.
Inc. I cannot tarry at this time, the truth is so.
Just. Nay, there is no remedy; with you we must talk.
Inc. By the body of me, I hold best that I walk,
Or else learn to speak language another while,
And so I may happen the knaves to beguile.
Just. Turn back, ere you go, we have somewhat to say.