Till all the heads be off, for thy sake, Ralph.
Ralph. Advance, my squire and dwarf, I cannot stay.
Lady. Thou kill'st my heart in parting thus away. [Exeunt.
Wife. I commend Ralph yet, that he will not stoop to a Cracovian; there's properer women in London than any are there, I wis. But here comes Master Humphrey and his love again; now, George.
Cit. Ay, bird, peace.
Enter Merchant, Humphrey, Luce, and Boy.
Merch. Go, get you up, I will not be entreated.
And, gossip mine, I'll keep you sure hereafter
From gadding out again with boys and unthrifts;