You lie like an old--I will not say whore.
OLD WOMAN.
Dost thou call me whore? I'll cap thee for my pot.
MOUSE.
Cap me & thou darest, search me whether I have it or no.
[She searcheth him, and he drinketh over her head and casts down the pot; she stumbleth at it; then they fall together by the ears; she takes her pot and goes out. Exit.]
[Enter Segasto.]
SEGASTO.
How now, sirra, what's the matter?
MOUSE.
Oh, flies, master, flies.
SEGASTO.
Flies? where are they?
MOUSE.
Oh here, master, all about your face.
SEGASTO.
Why, thou liest; I think thou art mad.
MOUSE.
Why, master, I have killed a duncart full at the least.
SEGASTO.
Go to, sirra! leaving this idle talk, give ear to me.
MOUSE.
How? give you one of my ears? not & you were ten masters.
SEGASTO.
Why, sir, I bid you give ear to my words.
MOUSE.
I tell you I will not be made a curtall for no man's pleasure.
SEGASTO.
I tell thee, attend what I say: go thy ways straight and rear the whole town.
MOUSE.
How? rear the town? even go your self; it is more than I can do: why, do you think I can rear a town, that can scarce rear a pot of ale to my head? I should rear a town, should I not?
SEGASTO.
