SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.Enter Hostess and SlySLY. I'll pheeze you, in faith.HOSTESS. A pair of stocks, you rogue!SLY. Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles: we came in with Richard Conqueror. There-fore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!HOSTESS. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?