New Guise. And ho, minstrels! play the common trace;
Lay on with thy bales till his belly brest!
Nought. I put case: I break my neck—how than?
New G. I give no force, by saint Anne!
Now-a-days. Leap about lively! thou art a white man;
Let us be merry while we be here!
Nought. Shall I break my neck to show you sport?
Now. Therefore, ever beware of thy report!
Nought. I beshrew you all! here is a shrewd sort;
Have there at them, with a merry cheer!
[Here they dance. Mercy saith,
Mer. Do way! do way this revel, sirs! do way!
Now. Do way, good Adam! do way!
This is no part of thy play.