Sham. That may be noble:
I'm kept too long from his acquaintance.
1 Gent. Oh Sir,
Take heed of rash repentance, y'are too forward
To find out virtue where it never setl'd:
Take the particulars first, of what he endures;
Videlicet, Bastinadoes by the great.
Sham. How!
1 Gent. Thumps by the dozen, and your kicks by wholesale.
Sham. No more of him.
1 Gent. The twinges by the nostril he snuffs up,
And holds it the best remedy for sneezing.
Sham. Away.
1 Gent. H'as been thrice switch'd from 7 a clock till 9.
Yet with a Cart-Horse stomach, fell to breakfast;
Forgetful of his smart.
Sham. Nay, the disgrace on't;
There's no smart but that: base things are felt
More by their shames than hurts, Sir. I know you not.
But that you live an injury to nature:
I'm heartily angry with you.
Lap. Pray give your blow or kick, and begone then:
For I ne'er saw you before; and indeed,
Have nothing to say to you, for I know you not.