Your hearts are mightie, you skins are whole,
65 Bardolfe laie their swords to pawne. Follow me lads
Of peace, follow me. Ha, ra, la. Follow.
Exit Host.
Shal. Afore God a mad host, come let vs goe.
Doc. I begar haue you mocka may thus?
I will be euen met you my Iack Host.
70 Sir Hugh. Giue me your hand doctor Cayus,
We be all friends:
But for mine hosts foolish knauery, let me alone.