BOTH. As it pleaseth you, so shall we agree. NEW. Then see, that anon ye come both unto me. RALPH. Sir, for my part, I thank you heartily: I promised of late to come unto a company, Which at Hob Filcher's for me do remain: God be with you, and anon I will come again. TOM. Farewell, brother Ralph, I will come to you anon. [_Exit_ TOM.[344] NEW. Come again, for you shall not so suddenly be gone. _Here entereth_ HANCE _with a pot, and singeth as followeth_. _See ye not who comes yonder? an old friend of yours: One that is ready to quass at all hours._ [_He singeth the first two lines, and speaketh the rest as stammeringly as may be._ _Quass in heart, and quass again, and quass about the house-a: And toss the black bowl to and fro, and I brinks[345] them all carouse-a._ Be go-go-gog's nowns, ch-ch-cha drunk zo-zo-much to-day: That be-be-mass, ch-cham a-most drunk, ich da-da-dare zay. Chud spe-spe-spend a goo-goo-good groat: Tha-that ich cud vi-vind my ca-ca-captain To-To-Tom Tosspot. [_He setteth him in the chair._ NEW. Sit down, good Hance, lest thou lie on the ground, He knoweth not Tom Tosspot, I dare jeopard twenty pound. TOM.[346] He will know me by and by, I hold you a crown. How dost thou, servant Hance? how comes this to pass? HANCE. Ma-ma-master To-To-Tom, ch-ch-cham glad by-by mass-- [_He drinketh._ Ca-ca-carouse to-to-to thee, go-go-good Tom. NEW. Hold up, good Hance, I will pledge thee anon. RALPH. Well, there is no remedy, but I must be gone. HANCE. Ta-ta-tarry, good vellow, a wo-wo-word or twain: If tho-tho-thou thyself do-do-do not come again. Bi-bi-bid Philip Fleming co-co-come hither to me, Vo-vo-vor he must lead me home, now ich do ze. RALPH. Then, farewell, Hance, I will remember thy errant: He will be here by and by, I dare be his warrant. [_Exit_ RALPH ROISTER. NEW. Farewell, Ralph Roister, with all my heart: Come anon, and I will deliver thee thy part. TOM. Now, Hance, right now thou drank'st to me, Drink again, and I will pledge thee. HANCE. _Omni po-po-po-tenti_, all the po-po-pot is empty. NEW. Why, Hance, thou hast Latin in thy belly methink: I thought there was no room for Latin, there is so much drink! HANCE. Ich le-le-learned zome La-La-Latin, when ich was a la-la-lad: Ich ca-ca-can zay _Tu es nebulo_, ich learn'd of my dad. And ich could once he-he-help the p-p-priest to say mass: By giss, ma-man, ich ha' been cu-cu-cunning, when 'twas.