Pierce. For the passion of God, Master Nichol, help to rid us away;
And help us to the land, whereof you did say,
That we might make money of it by and by;
For out of the realm we purpose to fly.
New. Marry, I will help you, I swear by All Hallows:
And will not part from you, till you come to the gallows.
Lo, noble Severity, these be they without doubt.
On whom this rumour of thievery[359] is gone about,
Therefore, my masters, here is the snare,
That shall lead you to the land, called the two-legged mare.