Cut. Nay, then he both must and will like it, sir, for all you.
Knock. If he have reason, he may like it, sir.
Whit. By no meensh, captain, upon reason, he may like nothing upon reason.
Waspe. I have no reason, nor I will hear of no reason, nor I will look for no reason, and he is an ass that either knows any, or looks for’t from me.
Cut. Yes, in some sense you may have reason, sir.
Waspe. Ay, in some sense, I care not if I grant you.
Whit. Pardon me, thou ougsht to grant him nothing in no shensh, if dou do love dyshelf, angry man.
Waspe. Why then, I do grant him nothing; and I have no sense.
Cut. ’Tis true, thou hast no sense indeed.
Waspe. ’Slid, but I have sense, now I think on’t better, and I will grant him any thing, do you see.