As thou art thyself, thou may'st believe me:
Thou shalt see anon, what I will do for thee.
For you seek for as very a knave, as you yourself are;
For, like will to like, quoth the Devil to the Collier.
Tom. Indeed, Nichol Newfangle, ye say the verity,
For like will to like: it will none otherwise be.
Enter Ralph Roister.
Behold, Tom Tosspot, even in pudding time[336]
Yonder cometh Ralph Roister, an old friend of mine!
By the mass, for thee he is so fit a mate,