Clow. Shame o'th' Millers heart for his unkindness then.
Lap. Well Sir, what then?
Clow. I've been twice thrown down stairs, just before supper.
Lap. Puh, so have I, that's nothing.
Clow. I but Sir,
Was yours pray before supper?
Lap. There thou posest me.
Clow. I marry, that's it, 't had been less grief to me,
Had I but fill'd my belly, and then tumbled,
But to be flung down fasting, there's the dolour.
Lap. It would have griev'd me, that indeed: proceed Sir.
Clo. I have been pluck'd and tugg'd by th' hair o'th' head
About a Gallery, half an Acre long.
Lap. Yes, that's a good one, I must needs confess,
A principal good one that, an absolute good one,
I have been trode upon, and spurn'd about,
But never tugg'd by th' hair, I thank my fates.