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. [...]