But, in faith, fare ye well, sith of our company you be weary:
We will go to a place, where we will be merry.
For I see your company and ours do far differ;
For like will to like, quoth the Devil to the Collier.
Cuthb. Well, let us be gone, and bid him adieu:
For I see this proverb proveth very true.
Pierce. Then let us go to Hob Filcher's house,
Where we will be merry, and quass carouse.
And there shall we find Tom Tosspot, with other mo,
Meet makes for us: therefore let us go.