...no treason ? John. Let it be what it will, if he cut here, I '11 find him cut- work. Fred. He must buy you dear ; With more than common lives. John. Fear not, nor weep not : By Heaven, I '11 fire the town before you perish ! And then, the more the merrier, we '11 jog with you....
Fred. Come in, and dry your eyes. John. Pray no more weeping : Spoil a sweet face for nothing ! My return Shall... 
