[Scene 1]

[Enter Hostess and SLY]

SLY

I'll pheeze you, in faith.

Hostess

A pair of stocks, you rogue!

SLY

Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in
the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
Therefore paucas pallabris; let the earth slide: sessa!

Hostess

You wish not pay for the glasses you have burst?

SLY

No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold
bed, and warm thee.

Hostess

I cognize my remedy; I must go fetch the
third -- borough.

[Exit]

SLY

Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him
by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,
and kindly.

[Falls asleep]

[Horns winded. Enter a Lor