Grip. I told thee, no.
Merc. Then from your chin, I must ascend to your lordship's ears.
Grip. Oh, oh, oh, oh!—Wilt thou never leave lugging me by the ears?
Merc. Not till your lordship will be pleased to hear reason. [Pulling again.
Grip. Take the cup, and the devil give thee joy on't.
Merc. [Still holding him.] And your lordship will farther be graciously pleased, to release all claims, titles, and actions whatsoever, to Phædra: you must give me leave to add one small memento for that too. [Pulling him again.
Grip. I renounce her; I release her.
Enter Phædra.
Merc. [To her.] Phædra, my lord has been pleased to be very gracious, without pushing matters to extremity.
Phæd. I overheard it all; but give me livery and seisin of the goblet, in the first place.