Avarice. But, sirs, because we have tarried so long,
If you be good fellows, let us part with a song.
Cruelty. I am pleased, and therefore let every man
Follow after in order, as well as he can.
The first Song.
Well handled, by the mass, on every side.
Come, Avarice; for we two will no longer abide. [Exit Cruelty and Avarice.
Perv. Doc. Farewell to you both, and God send you success,
Such as may glad us all in your present business.