First Outlaw

That’s not so, sir, we are your enemies.

Second Outlaw

Peace! we’ll hear him.

Third Outlaw

Ay, by my beard, will we;

For he’s a proper man.

Two Gentlemen of Verona

Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you; If not, we’ll make you sit, and rifle you.

Sir, we are undone! these are the villains That all the travellers do fear so much.

My friends⁠—

That’s not so, sir, we are your enemies.

Peace! we’ll hear him.

Ay, by my beard, will we; For he’s a proper man.