SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

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 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.