Mis. Ye must have by your side a long dapacem,
As true men ride by the way, for to unbrace them;
Take their money, cut their throats; thus over face them—
"I will," say ye!
Man. I will, sir!
[Re-enter Nought.]
Nought. Here is a jolly jacket—how say ye?
New G. It is a good jake of fence for a man's body—
Hi, dog! hi! whoop, ho! go your way lightly!
Ye are well made for to ren!
Mis. Tidings! tidings! I have espied one!
Hence with your stuff! fast we were gone!
I beshrew the last shall come to his home!
Amen! [Dicant omnes.
[Enter Mercy.]
Mer. What ho, Mankind! flee that fellowship, I you pray!
Man. I shall speak with [thee] another time; to-morn or the next day.
[To the others.