Therefore in misery my time away must vade;
For vicious persons behold now the net.
I am in the snare, I am caught with the gin;
And now it is too late, I cannot again begin.
New. This gear would have been seen to before,
But now, my masters, you are on the score.
Be packing, I say, and get you hence;
Learn to say: I pray, good master, give me nine-pence.
Ralph. Thou, villain, art only the causer of this woe;
Therefore thou shalt have somewhat of me, or ere I go.