I sir, very well.
Nay, I beseech you marke it well.
Well, I doe so.
Doth your honor see any harme in his face?
Why no.
Ile be supposd vpon a booke, his face is the worst
thing about him: good then: if his face be the worst
thing about him, how could Master
Froth doe the Con
stables wife any harme? I would know that of your
honour.
He's in the right (Constable) what say you to it?
First, and it like you, the house is a respected
house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his Mistris is
a respected woman.
By this hand Sir, his wife is a more respected per
son then any of vs all.
Varlet, thou lyest; thou lyest wicked varlet: the
time is yet to come that shee was euer respected with
man, woman, or childe.
Sir, she was respected with him, before he mar
ried with her.
Which is the wiser here;
Iustice or
Iniquitie? Is
this true?
O thou caytiffe: O thou varlet: O thou wick
ed
Hanniball; I respected with
her, before I was married
to her? If euer I was respected with her, or she with me,
let not your
worship thinke mee the poore
Dukes
Offi
cer: proue this, thou
wicked
Hanniball, or ile haue
mine action of battry on thee.
If he tooke you a box o'th' eare, you might haue
your action of slander too.
Marry I thanke your good worship for it: what
is't your Worships pleasure I shall doe with this wick
ed Caitiffe?
Truly Officer, because he hath some offences in
him, that thou wouldst discouer, if thou couldst, let him
continue in his courses, till thou knowst what they are.
Marry I thanke your worship for it: Thou seest
thou wicked varlet now, what's come vpon thee. Thou
art to continue now thou Varlet, thou art to continue.
Where were you borne, friend?
Here in
Vienna, Sir.
Are you of fourescore pounds a yeere?
Yes, and't please you sir.
So: what trade are you of, sir?
A Tapster, a poore widdowes Tapster.
Your Mistris name?
Mistris
Ouer‑don.
Hath she had any more then one husband?
Nine, sir:
Ouerߛdon by the
last.
Nine? come hether to me, Master
Froth; Master
Froth, I
would not haue you acquainted with Tapsters;
they
will draw you Master
Froth, and you
wil hang them:
get you gon, and let me heare no more of you.
I thanke your worship: for mine owne part, I
neuer come into any roome in a Tapߛhouse, but I am
drawne in.
Well: no more of it Master Froth: farewell:
Come you
hether to me, M
name
M
Pompey.
What else?
Bum, Sir.
Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about
you,
so that in the beastliest sence, you are
Pompey the