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 Sub.Would I were hang'd then? I'll conform myself.

Dol.Will you, sir? do so then, and quickly: swear.

Sub.What should I swear?

Dol.To leave your faction, sir, And labour kindly in the common work.

Sub.Let me not breathe if I meant aught beside. I only used those speeches as a spur To him.

Dol.I hope we need no spurs, sir. Do we?

Face.'Slid, prove to-day, who shall shark best.

Sub.Agreed.

Dol.Yes, and work close and friendly.

Sub.'Slight, the knot Shall grow the stronger for this breach, with me.[They shake hands.]

Dol.Why, so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours, That scarce have smiled twice since the king came in, A feast of laughter at our follies? Rascals, Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride, Or you t' have but a hole to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay ear-rent? No, agree. And may don Provost ride a feasting long, In his old velvet jerkin and stain'd scarfs, My noble sovereign, and worthy general, Ere we contribute a new crewel garter To his most worsted worship.