Jac. Well Sir.
Lod. Me thinks now as I stand, the Captain shews
To be a very mercifull young man.
(And pre'thee Piso, let me have thy opinion).
Piso. Then he shall have mercy, that merciful is,
Or all the Painters are Apocrypha.
Jac. I am glad you have your wits yet, will ye go?
Piso. You had best say we are drunk.
Jac. Ye are.
Lod. Ye lye.
Jac. Y'are rascals, drunken rascals.
Piso. 'Tis sufficient.
Jac. And now I'le tell you why, before I beat ye,
You have been tampring any time these three days,
Thus to disgrace me.