Mar.
Wench! they respect not me, I'm old and rough, and every limb about me, but that which should, grows stiffer, I'those businesses I may swear I am truly honest: for I pay justly for what I take, and would be glad to be at a certainty.
Arb.
Why, do the wenches encroach upon thee?
Mar.
I by this light do they.
Arb.
Didst thou sit at an old rent with 'em?
Mar.
Yes faith.