[Here entereth in Ralph Roister and Tom Tosspot in their doublet and their hose, and no cap nor hat on their head, saving a nightcap, because the strings of the beards may not be seen, and Ralph Roister must curse and ban as he cometh in.[352]]
Ralph. Well, be as be may, is no banning;
But I fear that, when that this gear shall come to scanning,
The land to the which we did wholly trust:
Shall be gone from us, and we cast in the dust.
Tom. Gog's blood, if Nichol Newfangle serve us so,
We may say, that we have had a shrewd blow;
For all that I had is now lost at the dice,
My sword, my buckler, and all at sink and cise;[353]