[Enter] Hostess and Sly.
Sly. I'll [pheeze] you, in faith.
Host. A pair of [stocks], you rogue!
Sly. Y'are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in
the chronicles; we [came] in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore
[paucas] pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Sly. No, not a denier. [Go by, Jeronimy]: go to thy
cold bed, and warm thee.
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