Goodman Hob and goodman Lob, God be your speed: As you two towards market did[244] walk, Of the king’s cruelty I did hear you talk, I insure you he is a king most vile and pernicious; His doings and life are odious and vicious. LOB. It were a good deed zomebody would break his head. HOB. Bum vay, neighbour Lob, I chould he were dead. AMBIDEXTER. So would I, Lob and Hob, with all my heart. Now with both hands will ye see me play my part? [_Aside_. Ah, ye whoreson traitorly knaves; Hob and Lob, out upon you, slaves! LOB. And thou call’st me knave, thou art another: My name is Lob, and Hob my next neighbour. AMBIDEXTER. Hob and Lob, ah ye country patches! Ah ye fools! ye have made wrong matches; Ye have spoken treason against the king’s grace: For it I will accuse ye before his face; Then for the same ye shall be martyr’d: At the least ye shall be hang’d, drawn, and quartered. HOB. O gentleman, ye shall have two pear-pies, and tell not of me. LOB. By God, a vat goose chill give thee: I think no hurt, by my vather’s soul I swear. HOB. Chave lived well all my life-time my neighbours among, And now chould be loth to come to zuch wrong: To be hanged and quartered the grief would be great. LOB. A foul evil on thee, Hob! who bid thee on it treat? Vor it was thou that first did him name. HOB. Thou liest like a varlet, and thou zay’st the same; It was zuch a voolish Lob as thou. LOB. Speak many words, and by Cod’s nails I vow, Upon thy pate my staff I will lay. AMBIDEXTER. By the mass, I will cause them to make a fray. [_Aside._ Yea, Lob, thou sayest true, all came through him. LOB. Bum vay, thou Hob, a little would make me ye trim; Give thee a zwap on thy nose, till thy heart ache. HOB. If thou darest, do it; else, man, cry creke: I trust, before thou hurt me, With my staff chill make a Lob of thee. [_Here let them fight with their staves, not come near another by three or four yards; the_ VICE _set them on as hard as he can: one of their wives come out, and all to beat the_ VICE, _he run away_. _Enter_ MARIAN-MAY-BE-GOOD, HOB’S _wife, running in with a broom, and part them._ MARIAN.