DOLL.
Murder! murder! murder!

ALE MAN.
Hold! as you are men, hold! for God's sake be quiet! Put up
your weapons; you draw not in my house.

HARPOOLE.
You whoreson bawdy priest!

WROTHAM.
You old mutton monger!

CONSTABLE.
Hold, sir John, hold!

DOLL.
[To the Priest.] I pray thee, sweet hear, be quiet. I was but
sitting to drink a pot of ale with him, even as kind a man as
ever I met with.

HARPOOLE.
Thou art a thief, I warrant thee.

WROTHAM.
Then I am but as thou hast been in thy days. Let's not be
ashamed of our trade; the King has been a thief himself.