Val. My friends,—
First Out. That’s not so, sir: we are your enemies.
Sec. Out. [Peace!] we’ll hear him.
10 Third Out. Ay, by my beard, will we, for he’s a proper man.
Val. Then know that I have [little wealth] to lose:
A man I am cross’d with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
15 You take the sum and substance that I have.
Sec. Out. Whither travel you?