We are like in our business full evil to speed.
Therefore let us make no delay,
But seek him out of hand, and be gone away.
Severity and N. Newfangle come forward.
New. Soft, my masters, awhile I you pray;
For I am here, for whom you do seek;
For you know that like will never from like.
I promised you of late a piece of land,
Which by and by shall fall into your hand.
Cuthb. What, Master Nichol! how do you to-day?