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 world slide: sessa!Hostess 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.Hostess I know 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 Lord from hunting, with his train Lord Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach