[Throws garments on floor.]
Helena.—
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?
Romeo.—
He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
Our ears are cudgel’d; not a word of his,
But buffets better than a fist of France:
Zounds, I was never so bethumped with words
Since I first called my brother’s father dad.