Ev. For Guilt-head? Sir, Do’you thinke, I’ll ’low him any ſuch ſhare:
Mer. You muſt.
Eve. Muſt I? Doe you your muſts, Sir, I’ll doe mine, You wi’ not part with the whole, Sir? Will you? Goe too. 210 Gi’ me ten pieces!
Mer. By what law, doe you this?
Eve. E’n Lyon-law, Sir, I muſt roare elſe.
Eve. Yo’ haue heard, how th’ Aſſe made his diuiſions, wiſely?
Mer. And, I am he: I thanke you.
Ev. Much good do you, Sr.
Mer. I ſhall be rid o’ this tyranny, one day?