Cla. Yes marry will I Sir.
Soto. And by this Ladder?
Cla. By that Ladder, coxcombe.
Soto. Have ye any more necks at home when this is broken,
For this will crack with the best friend he has Sir?
Or can you pitch of all four, like an Ape now?
Let me see you tumble.
Cla. You are very pleasant Sir.
Soto. No truly Sir, I should be loath to see ye
Come fluttering down like a young Rook, cry squab,
And take ye up with your brains beaten into your buttocks.
Cla. Hold your peace Asse: who's this stands musing here?
Sylvio?
Sil. Who calls me?
Cla. One most glad to see you Sir.
Sil. My dearest Claudio? what make you thus private,
And with a preparation of this nature?