ABSTRACT
MESS. 0 Jupiter, what do I see? my maister abused by a companie of varlets.
MEN. Is there no good man will helpe me? MESS. Helpe ye maister? yes the villaines shall have my life
before they shall thus wrong ye. Tis more fit I should be kild, then you thus handled. Pull out that rascals eye that holds ye about the necke there. I'le clout these peasants, out ye rogue, let go ye varlet.
