[Nichol Newfangle comes forward.
New. Turn hither, turn hither, I say, sir knave,
For I am even he, that you so fain would have.
Ralph. What, Master Nichol, are you here all this while?
New. I think I am here, or else I do thee beguile.
Tom. So God help me, I am glad that you be in sight;
For in faith your presence hath made my heart light.
New. I will make it lighter anon, I trow. [Aside.
My masters, I have a piece of land for you, do you know?