I promised of late to come unto a company,
Which at Hob Filcher's for me do remain:
God be with you, and anon I will come again.
Tom. Farewell, brother Ralph, I will come to you anon. [Exit Tom.[344]
New. Come again, for you shall not so suddenly be gone.
Here entereth Hance with a pot, and singeth as followeth.
See ye not who comes yonder? an old friend of yours:
One that is ready to quass at all hours.
[He singeth the first two lines, and speaketh the rest as stammeringly as may be.