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Here he is and here be all the crue on 'hem, and more.
Here? thou mockst he is not here: sure these be all Lords I thinke.
How now; what's he?
Slid 'tis his Clowne brother he spake of?
Is't possible? icha made a sweet jaunt after you & have I vound a vine voole o'thee: where's thy voure hundred pound? is that made a voole on too troe: where's the zartificate my mother ga' thee to vinde thine uncle? gi' me that, chill •…•…ee what I can doe wi'it.
Away Clowne I know thee not canst thou complement?
Complement lyes, I can complement dagger out o'sheath, an I zet on't.
I hope he'll veeze you, and make your zilken jacket hum: well zed Mr. Thomas to 'hem, and to 'hem all Ile zi•…•…e yee.
Mr. Thomas does he call him?
Yes, Mr. Thomas, and what zay you to that; and as good a Mr. as the best o'yee, and you goe to that; for by uds shall jidge me, I think you are all but a company of Cheaterlings; and if you doe not give the voole my brother sartifaction for the wrongs you ha'd one him, and me in him, Ile canvas it out o' the carkas∣ses o'zome o'yee, by uds daggers death will I. Draw Coul•…•…er, & amongst 'hem.
Hold sir, hold, you shall have satisfaction.
O shall I zoe, put up againe Coulter.
This is a stout roring Clowne.
Where's the Mr. o' the house?
He's runne mad, after his wife, now he should look to his house.
Cha mich a doe to vorbeare beating o'thee yet, my vin∣gers doe zo itch at thee.
I understand thee not, as I am a gentleman.
But now I thinke on't Coulter, we'll have all ag•…•…ine, & by a quieter way; and teach 'hem to licke hony, catch birds with Chaffe, or go to plow with dogs.
Ha, ha, ha.
Ha, ha, ha; who understands the Barbarian tro?
Uds vish Master they do nothing but jeer to you all this while now.
Doe they jeere, let 'hem jeer & gibe too; ile vetch ones Warrant shall out jeere 'hem all, and he be above ground.
You shall not need sir; go but in till the Mr. of the house comes home, you shall have your desire.
You zay very well sir; zay well is good, but doe well is better. Lets zee what you will doe now.
Remember we have warn'd you sir Hugh, we must leave you.
Nay I'chill look to you: sirrah come in my hand.