Re-enter MOONCALF.
How do the pigs, Mooncalf?
Moon. Very passionate, mistress, one of ’em has wept out an eye. Master Arthur o’ Bradley is melancholy here, nobody talks to him. Will you any tobacco, master Arthur?
Over. No, boy; let my meditations alone.
Moon. He’s studying for an oration, now.
Over. If I can with this day’s travail, and all my policy, but rescue this youth here out of the hands of the lewd man and the strange woman, I will sit down at night, and say with my friend Ovid,
Jamque opus exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis, etc. [Aside.
Knock. Here, Zekiel, here’s a health to Ursula, and a kind vapour; thou hast money in thy purse still, and store! how dost thou come by it? pray thee vapour thy friends some in a courteous vapour.
Edg. Half I have, master Dan. Knockem, is always at your service.
[Pulls out his purse.