Give it what name you please—call it ladle or pool;[[129]]
Spruce ale and swipes, they are both of them beer.
Avaunt from me, Satan!
The Button-moulder.
You can’t be so rude
As to take my foot for a horse’s hoof?
Peer.
On horse’s hoof or on fox’s claws[[130]]—
Be off; and be careful what you’re about!
The Button-moulder.