Enter the Clown. He kicks Lapet.
Lap. Good morrow to you agen most heartily, Sir,
Cry you mercy, I heard you not, I was somewhat busie.
Clow. He takes it as familiarly, as an Ave,
Or precious salutation: I was sick till I had one,
Because I am so us'd to't.
Lap. However you deserve, your friends and mine, here
Give you large commendations i'this Letter,
They say you will endure well.
Clow. I'de be loath
To prove 'em liers: I've endur'd as much
As mortal pen and ink can set me down for.
Lap. Say you me so?
Clow. I know and feel it so, Sir,
I have it under Black and White already;
I need no Pen to paint me out.
Lap. He fits me,
And hits my wishes pat, pat: I was ne'er
In possibility to be better mann'd,
For he's half lam['d] already, I see't plain,
But take no notice on't, for fear I make
The rascal proud, and dear, to advance his wages;
First, let me grow into particulars with you;
What have you endured of worth? let me hear.
Clow. Marry Sir, I'm almost beaten blind.
Lap. That's pretty well for a beginning,
But many a Mill-horse has endur'd as much.