[Then lets he down his window, and it breaks Black Will’s head.
Will. Zounds, draw, Shakebag, I am almost killed.
Prentice. We’ll tame you, I warrant.
Will. Zounds, I am tame enough already.
Here enters Arden, Franklin, and Michael.
Arden. What troublesome fray or mutiny is this?
Franklin. ’Tis nothing but some brabling paltry fray,
Devised to pick men’s pockets in the throng.
Arden. Is’t nothing else? come, Franklin, let’s away.
[Exeunt.