Fab. I shall dye with laughing.
Jac. As no man can find fault with; I shall have
Another Sword, I shall, ye flearing Puppy.
Fab. Does not this testiness shew finely in thee?
Once more take heed of Children, if they find thee,
They'll break up School to bear thee Company,
Thou wilt be such a pastime, and whoot at thee,
And call thee Bloody-Bones, and Spade, and Spit-fire,
And Gaffer Mad-man; and go by Jeronimo,
And will with a wisp, and come aloft, and crack rope,
And old Saint Dennis with the dudgeon Codpiss!
And twenty such names.
Jac. No, I think they will not.
Fab. Yes, but they will; and Nurses still their Children
Only with thee, and here take him, Jacomo.
Jac. God's precious, that I were but over thee
One Steeple height, I would fall and break thy Neck.
Fab. This is the reason I laugh at thee,
And while thou art thus, will do; tell me one thing.
Jac. I wonder how thou durst thus question me;
Prithee restore my Sword.
Fab. Tell me but one thing,
And it may be I will; Nay Sir, keep out.
Jac. Well, I will be your fool now, speak your mind, Sir.