His stealth was too open, his filching was like
An vnskilfull singer, he kept not time.
Nym. The good humour is to steale at a minutes rest.
Pis. Tis so indeed Nym, thou hast hit it right.
30 Fal. Wel, afore God, I must cheat, I must conycatch.
Which of you knowes Foord of this Towne?
Pis. I ken the wight, he is of substance good.
Fal. Well my honest Lads, Ile tell you what
I am about.
Pis. Two yards and more.