Busy. Take not part with the wicked, young gallant: he neigheth and hinnieth; all is but hinnying sophistry. I call him idol again; yet, I say, his calling, his profession is profane, it is profane, idol.
Pup. Dion. It is not profane.
Leath. It is not profane, he says.
Busy. It is profane.
Pup. Dion. It is not profane.
Busy. It is profane.
Pup. Dion. It is not profane.
Leath. Well said, confute him with Not, still. You cannot bear him down with your base noise, sir.
Busy. Nor he me, with his treble creeking, though he creek like the chariot wheels of Satan; I am zealous for the cause—
Leath. As a dog for a bone.