Clow. Sure of it? why I'll make a bargain with thee, before all these gentlemen, use all thy art, all thy roguery, and make me do any thing before al this company I have not a mind to, I'll first give thee leave to claime me for thy bond slave, and when thou hast done hang me.
Foro. 'Tis a match, sirra, I'll make you caper i'th' air presently.
Clow. I have too solid a body, and my belief is like a Puritans on Good-Friday, too high fed with capon.
Foro. I will first send thee to Green-land for a haunch of venison, just of the thickness of thine own tallow.
Clow. Ha, ha, ha, I'll not stir an inch for thee.
Foro. Thence to Amboyna i'th' East-Indies, for pepper to bake it.
Clow. To Amboyna? so I might be pepper'd.
Foro. Then will I conveigh thee stark naked to Develing to beg a pair of brogs, to hide thy mountainous buttocks.
Clow. And no doublet to 'em?
Foro. No sir, I intend to send you of a sleeveless errand; but before you vanish, in regard you say I cannot conjure, and are so stupid, and opinionated a slave, that neither I, nor my art can compell you to do any thing that's beyond your own pleasure, the gentlemen shall have some sport, you cannot endure a cat sirra?