Ant. within. Man-a-cree, the Devil take thee, Wilt thou kill me here? I prethee now let me goe seek my Master, I shall be very cheel else.
Enter Servant.
Ser. Do you hear man-a-cree, I'll cree your coxcombe, and you keep not still, down you rogue.
Ant. Good sweet fact serving-man, let me out I beseech de, and by my trot I will give dye Worship 2 shillings in good argott, to buy dy Worship pippines.
Ser. This rogue thinks all the worth of man consists in Peepins; by this light I'll beat rebellion out of you for ever.
Ant. Wilt thou not hear me Man? is fet; I'll give thee all I have about me.
Ser. I thank you, Sir, so I may have picking work.
Ant. Here is five shillings Man.
[Serv.] Here is a cudgel, a very good one.
Enter two Serving-men.