PROD. No?
HOST. No, sure.
PROD. Set cock-on-hoop then; by some means, good or bad,
There is no remedy, but money must be had.
By the body of an ox, behold here this ass,
Will be my familiar, wheresoever I pass.
Why, goodman Crust, tell me, is there no nay,
But where I go, you must forestal my way?
TEN. By Gog's flesh and his flounders, sir, che hope the Queen's highway is free for euery man! for thee as me, for me as thee, for poor Tenacity as for proud Prodigality! chill go, in the Queen's peace, about my business.
PROD. This way?
TEN. Yea.
PROD. To whom?
TEN. To Vortune my mistress.
PROD. Wherefore?
TEN. That's no matter to you.