WITHIN. Follow, follow! This way! Follow!
THOM. Butler.
JOHN. Honest butler.
BUT. Squat, heart, squat, creep me into these bushes, and lie me as close to the ground as you would do to a wench.
THOM. How, good butler? show us how.
BUT. By the moon, patroness of all pursetakers, who would be troubled with such changelings? squat, heart, squat.
THOM. Thus, butler?
BUT. Ay so, suckling, so; stir not now: if the peering rogues chance to go over you, yet stir not: younger brothers call you them, and have no more forecast, I am ashamed of you. These are such whose fathers had need leave them money, even to make them ready withal; for, by these hilts, they have not wit to button their sleeves without teaching: close, squat, close. Now if the lot of hanging do fall to my share, so; then the old father's[400] man drops for his young masters. If it chance, it chances; and when it chances, heaven and the sheriff send me a good rope! I would not go up the ladder twice for anything: in the meantime preventions, honest preventions do well, off with my skin; so; you on the ground, and I to this tree, to escape the gallows. [Ascends a tree.]
WITHIN. Follow, follow, follow!
BUT. Do: follow. If I do not deceive you, I'll bid a pox of this wit, and hang with a good grace.