2. Ser. How now, What's the matter? Where's the Irishman.
1. Ser. There, a wyth take him, he makes more noise alone there, than ten Lawyers can do with double, and a scurvy Case.
2. Ser. Let him out, I must talk with him.
Enter Antonio.
Ant. Wilt thou give me some drink, O hone? I am very dry Man.
2 Ser. You shall have that shall quench your thirst, my friend.
Ant. Fate dost thou mean man.
2 Ser. Even a good tough halter.
Ant. A halter? O hone!
2 Ser. Sirrah, you are a mischievous Rogue, that's the truth.