A purchase, a purchase! we have found, we ha found--

DOLL.
What?

CLOWN.
Nothing; not a French Fleming nor a Fleming French to be found;
but all fled, in plain English.

LINCOLN.
How now! have you found any?

SHERWIN.
No, not one; they're all fled.

LINCOLN.
Then fire the houses, that, the Mayor being busy
About the quenching of them, we may escape;
Burn down their kennels: let us straight away,
Least this day prove to us an ill May day.

CLOWN.
Fire, fire! I'll be the first:
If hanging come, tis welcome; that's the worst.

[Exeunt.]


SCENE III. The Guildhall.