Urs. Hang yourself, hackney-man!
Knock. How, how, Urse! vapours? motion breed vapours?
Urs. Vapours! never tusk, nor twirl your dibble, good Jordan, I know what you’ll take to a very drop. Though you be captain of the roarers, and fight well at the case of piss-pots, you shall not fright me with your lion-chap, sir, nor your tusks; you angry! you are hungry. Come, a pig’s head will stop your mouth, and stay your stomach at all times.
Knock. Thou art such another mad, merry Urse, still! troth I do make conscience of vexing thee, now in the dog-days, this hot weather, for fear of foundering thee in the body, and melting down a pillar of the Fair. Pray thee take thy chair again, and keep state; and let’s have a fresh bottle of ale, and a pipe of tobacco; and no vapours. I’ll have this belly o’ thine taken up, and thy grass scoured, wench.—
Enter EDGWORTH.
Look, here’s Ezekiel Edgworth; a fine boy of his inches, as any is in the Fair! has still money in his purse, and will pay all, with a kind heart, and good vapours.
Edg. That I will indeed, willingly, master Knockem; fetch some ale and tobacco.
[Exit Mooncalf.—People cross the stage.
Leath. What do you lack, gentlemen? maid, see a fine hobby-horse for your young master; cost you but a token a-week his provender.
Re-enter NIGHTINGALE, with Corn-cutter, and Mousetrap-man.