No more words, but mum, and stand awhile aside:
Yonder cometh two knaves; therefore abide.
Intrat C. Cutpurse and Pierce Pickpurse.
Cuthb. By Gog's wounds, if he help not now, we are undone:
By the mass, for my part, I wot not whither to run.
Pierce. We be so pursu'd on every side
That, by Gog's heart, I wot not where to abide.
Cuthb. Every constable is charged to make privy search;
So that, if we may be got, we shall be thrown over the perch.
Pierce. If Nichol Newfangle help us not now in our need,