Adul. Nay, for the pash of God! tell us what best to do;
Ye know I was ne'er slack to restore you unto.
Avar. These ladies that are come for commonweal's relief,
Prepare to work us woe, and do us all mischief.
Insol. Nay, by His precious populorum! I swear
Not the proudest of them all can hurt me a hair.
Oppr. If they offer, of us, to make them gauds or toys
They shall [find], I trow! we are no babes nor boys.
Avar. To prevail against them with force I do despair.
Insol. Be that as be may.
Adul. I will fall to speaking fair;
But, of all this trouble, we may thank People, this wretch.
Oppr. Faith, villain! if we scape, thou shalt an halter stretch.
Adul. But what remedy therewhile?
Avar. Faith! all will be nought.