I will not budge an inche, no, sbloud, will I[1658] not.
Fran. Will ye not?
Phi. Stay, prithie, Franke.—Coomes, dost thou heare? 180
Coo. Heare me no heares:
Stand away, Ile trust none of you all.
If I have my backe against a cart wheele,
I would not care if the devill came.
Phi. Why, ye foole, I am your friend. 185
Coo. Foole on your face! I have a wife.
Fra. Shees a whore, then.