Fal.
Sirra, you giant, what saies the
Pag. water: but for the party that ow'd it, he might haue more
Fal. braine of this foolish compounded Clay‑man, is not able
Fal. to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I
Fal. inuent, or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my
Fal. selfe, but the cause that wit is in other men. I doe heere
Fal. walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all
Fal. her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Ser
Fal. uice for any other reason, then to set mee off, why then I
Fal. fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles. I
Fal. was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now: but I will sette
Fal. you neyther in Gold, nor Siluer, but in vilde apparell, and