Alin. 'Tis a boy too,
A Lacky Boy: I need not fear his fierceness.
Jul. Canst thou beat a Drum?
Alin. A Drum?
Jul. This thing, a Drum here.
Didst thou never see a Drum? Canst thou make this grumble?
Alin. Julettas face, and tongue; is she run mad too?
Here may be double craft: I have no skill in't.
Jul. I'le give thee a royal but to go along with me.
Alin. I care not for thy royal, I have other business,
Drum to thy self, and daunce to it.
Jul. Sirrah, Sirrah.
Thou scurvy Sirrah; thou snotty-nos'd scab, do'st thou hear me?
If I lay down my Drum.
Enter Roderigo, and two Out-laws.
Alin. Here comes more Company,
I fear a plot, Heaven send me fairly from it. [Exit.