HASTINGS.
We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE I. London. A street.
Enter Hostess with two Officers, Fang and Snare, following.
HOSTESS.
Master Fang, have you entered the action?
FANG.
It is entered.
HOSTESS.
Where’s your yeoman? Is ’t a lusty yeoman? Will he stand to ’t?
FANG.
Sirrah, where’s Snare?
HOSTESS.
O Lord, ay! Good Master Snare.