Pup. Cole. Will he come away?
Leath. What do you say?
Pup. Cole. I’d have him come away.
Leath. Would you have Leander come away? why, pray, sir, stay.
You are angry, goodman Cole; I believe the fair maid
Came over with you a’ trust: tell us, sculler, are you paid?
Pup. Cole. Yes, goodman Hogrubber of Pickthatch.
Leath. How, Hogrubber of Pickthatch?
Pup. Cole. Ay, Hogrubber of Pickthatch. Take you that.
[Strikes him over the pate.