Waspe. Would I had been set in the ground, all but the head on me, and had my brains bowled at, or threshed out, when first I underwent this plague of a charge!
Quar. How now, Numps! almost tired in your protectorship? overparted, overparted?
Waspe. Why, I cannot tell, sir, it may be I am; does it grieve you?
Quar. No, I swear does’t not, Numps; to satisfy you.
Waspe. Numps! ’sblood, you are fine and familiar: how long have we been acquainted, I pray you?
Quar. I think it may be remembered, Numps, that; ’twas since morning, sure.
Waspe. Why, I hope I know’t well enough, sir; I did not ask to be told.
Quar. No! why, then?
Waspe. It’s no matter why; you see with your eyes now, what I said to you to-day: you’ll believe me another time?
Quar. Are you removing the Fair, Numps?