Enter MOUSE.
CLOWN. Why, how now, what's the matter?
I thought you would be calling before I had done.
SEGASTO. Come, help, away with my friend.
CLOWN. Why, is he drunk? cannot he stand on his feet?
SEGASTO. No, he is not drunk; he is slain.
CLOWN. Flain! no, by['r] Lady, he is not flain.
SEGASTO. He's killed, I tell thee.
CLOWN. What, do you use to kill your friends?
I will serve you no longer.
SEGASTO. I tell thee the shepherd kill'd him.
CLOWN. O, did a so?
But, master, I will have all his apparel
If I carry him away.