Sir, if you will forgive 'em, clap their hands together, there's no more to be said i' th' matter.
Merch. I do, I do!
Cit. I do not like this. Peace, boys, hear me one of you, everybody's part is come to an end but Ralph's, and he's left out.
Boy. 'Tis long of yourself, sir, we have nothing to do with his part.
Cit. Ralph, come away, make on him as you have done of the rest, boys, come.
Wife. Now, good husband, let him come out and die.
Cit. He shall, Nell; Ralph, come away quickly and die, boy.
Boy. 'Twill be very unfit he should die, sir, upon no occasion, and in a comedy too.
Cit. Take you no care for that, Sir Boy; is not his part at an end, think you, when he's dead? Come away, Ralph.