They are unrightful judges all,
That are either envious or else partial.
New. Help me up, good sir, for I have got a fall.
Sev. What cause have you, my friend, thus heavily to groan?
New. O sir, I have good cause to make great moan;
Here were two fellows but right now,
That (I think) have killed me, I make God a vow.
I pray you, tell me, am I alive or am I dead?
Sev. Fellow, it is more meet for thee to be in thy bed,
Than to lie here in such sort as thou dost.