Sir Gr. 'Slid, I'll swallow some bullets, and good round ones too, but I'll have a little Soldier in me.
Ruin. Will you on and beg, or steal and be hang'd.
Sir Gr. And some Scholar she would have me besides,
Tush, that shall be no bar, 'tis a quality in a
Gentleman, but of the least question.
Pris. Salvete Domini benignissimi, munificentissimi.
Old K. Salvete dicis ad nos? jubeo te salvere,
Nay, Sir, we have Latine, and other metall in us too.
Sir, you shall see me talk with this fellow now.
Sir Gr. I could find in my heart to talk with him too,
If I could understand him.
Pris. Charissimi, Doctissimique, Domini, ex abundantia.
Charitatis vestræ estote propitii in me jejunum
Miserum, pauperem, & omni consolatione exulem.
Old K. A pretty Scholar by my faith, Sir, but I'll to him agen.
Sir Gr. Does he beg or steal in this Language, can you tell Sir?
He may take away my good name from me, and I ne'er
The wiser.
Old K. He begs, he begs, Sir.