Waspe. How can it not?
Knock. Nay, never question him, for he is in the right.
Whit. Yesh, I am in de right, I confesh it, so ish de little man too.
Waspe. I’ll have nothing confest that concerns me. I am not in the right, nor never was in the right, nor never will be in the right, while I am in my right mind.
Cut. Mind! why, here’s no man minds you, sir, nor any thing else.
[They drink again.
Pup. Vriend, will you mind this that we do?
[Offering Northern the cup.
Quar. Call you this vapours! this is such belching of quarrel as I never heard. Will you mind your business, sir?
Edg. You shall see, sir.