Back, I say! back, thou sturdy beggar!
Body of me, they have ta'en away my dagger.
Ralph. Now, in faith, you whoreson, take heed, I you advise,
How you do any more young men entice.
Tom. Now, farewell, thou hast thy just meed.
Ralph. Now we go abegging, God send us good speed!
[Ralph Roister and Tom Tosspot go out, and Severity, the judge, entereth, and Nichol Newfangle lieth on the ground groaning.
Sev. That upright judgment without partiality
Be minist'red duly to ill-doers and offenders!
I am one, whose name is Severity,