SHO. You shall not choose: come, let's away.
[SHORTHOSE pulleth JUG after him: ROBIN beateth the priest with his flail.
ROB. Nay then, sir priest, I'll make you stay.
CLACK. Nay, this is nothing, Grim; we'll not part so.
I thought to have borne it off with my back sword ward,
And I receiv'd it upon my bare costard.[471]
[They fight again.
ROB. What, miller, are you up again?
Nay, then, my flail shall never lin,[472]
Until I force one of us twain
Betake him to his heels amain.
[ROBIN beats the miller again.
CLACK. Hold thy hands, Grim! thou hast murder'd me.
GRIM. Thou liest, it is in mine own offence I do it. Get thee gone then:
I had rather have thy room than thy company.
CLACK. Marry, with all my heart. O, the collier playeth the devil with me.
ROB. No, it is the devil playeth the collier with thee. [Aside.]