CRE. Ay, the Coranti; what doth that say?
CAS. O hell! Thou foolish thing, Keep in that tongue of thine; or----
SLICER. Good now, peace: He's very furious when he's mov'd.
HEAR. This 'twas. You must be venturing without your fancy-man.
CRE. What officer's that fancy-man, lieutenant? Some great commander, sure.
CAS. Pox! let it go; I'll win't again: 'twas but the relics of An idle hundred.
CRE. 'Snigs, and well-remember'd. You did receive the hundred that I sent you To th' race this morning by your man, my bailiff?
CAS. Take him away, his wine speaks in him now.
CRE. Godsnigs! the farm is mine, and must be so.
SLICER. Debate these things another time, good friends.
Come, come, have patience. Od's my life, away! There's Master Have-at-all is mad; he'll spit you If he but know you are a usurer.
CRE. A plot, a plot, to take away my life and farm!
HAVE. Fight, as I live, with any one. Lieutenant, Do not come near me now, nor yet thou, Caster: It works, 'fore Mars, it works; I'll take my walk, And if I do find any one, by Jove----
CAS. What, 's he fox'd too? Some drunken planet reigns, And works upon the world. Provide my fancy, Good noble patron; I'll win soberly, I itch till I have beggar'd all the city. [_Exit_ CASTER.
HEAR. Till that you have undone yourself, you mean.
MOTH. Ey save you both; for dern love sayen soothly Where is thylk amebly franklin, cleped Meanwell?
MOTH. Why laugh you every dele? So mote I gone, This goeth not aright; I dread some covin. [_Exit_ MOTH.
SLICER. Now will he meet with Have-at-all; there'll be A combat worthy chronicle. Let's go, And see how this grave motion[206] will bestir him. [_Exeunt_.
HAVE-AT-ALL: _after a while_, MOTH; SLICER _and_ HEARSAY _watching_.
HAVE. What, no man yet march by? Whoe'er comes next, I'll give him one rap more for making me Stay here so long.
So, so, here he is; how shall I do to know whe'r he be a gentleman, Or yeoman, or servingman. I think I'd best suppose him all, and beat him through Every degree; and so I shall not wrong him. What? Who goes there?
MOTH. Waes-heal,[207] thou gentle knight.
HAVE. Waes-heal, thou gentle knight? Speak, what art thou? Speak quickly do. Villain, know'st thou not me?
MOTH. Now, by my troth, I know not your name; Whider I shall call you my Lord Dan John, Or Dan Thomas, or Dan Robert, or Dan Albon. I vow to God thou hast a full fair chine. Upon my faith, art some officer.