[While they fight, exeunt HODGE and BOY with the torch.]
Zounds, the light is gone!
NICH. O Lord, it is as dark as pitch!
COOMES. Well, here I'll lie, with my buckler thus, lest striking up and down at randall[406] the rogue might hurt me, for I cannot see to save it, and I'll hold my peace, lest my voice should bring him where I am. [Stand aside.]
NICH. 'Tis good to have a cloak for the rain; a bad shift is better than none at all; I'll sit here, as if I were as dead as a door-nail. [Stand aside.][407]
Enter MR BARNES and MR GOURSEY.
MR GOUR. Hark! there's one hallooes.
MR BARNES. And there's another.
MR GOUR. And everywhere we come, I hear some halloo,
And yet it is our haps to meet with none.
MR BAR. I marvel where your Hodge is and my man.