Avar. Nay, by this cross! ye shall never be rid for me.
Resp. And of thy compeers.
Avar. Well, let them do as they lust!
I will ride upon Jill, mine own mare; that is just.
Other ways I shall do you service of the best.
Resp. Thou wicked wretch! darest thou with me to jest?
Avar. What? I now see, honores mutant mores,
But, as seemeth here, raro in meliores.
Resp. Thee, and all thy service I do from me exile.
Avar. Is that the high reward ye promised me erewhile?
Is not this a wise woman, and minded to thrive,
That would me, Policy, out of the country drive?
Resp. Thee and thy complices from me I shall outcast.
Avar. Then, I pray you, pay us for our pains that are past.
Resp. Ye shall be paid.