Philip. Give me thy hand, and I will thee stay.
Hance. How say you, Master Nichol, will you keep us company?
New. Go before, Master Lick-hole,[348] and I will come by and by.
Mates matched together, depart you three;
I will come after, you may believe me.
[They three are gone together, and Nichol Newfangle remaineth behind, but he must not speak till they be within.]
New. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
He sings.
Now three knaves are gone, and I am left alone,
Myself here to solace;