Sos. Ay, ay; that's only a sign they would be snapping at thy nose. [Aside.] Bless me, what an arm and fist he has, with great thumbs too; and golls and knuckle-bones of a very butcher!
Merc. Sirrah, from whence came you, and whither go you; answer me directly, upon pain of assassination.
Sos. I am coming from whence I came, and am going whither I go,—that's directly home; though this is somewhat an uncivil manner of proceeding, at the first sight of a man, let me tell you.
Merc. Then, to begin our better acquaintance, let me first make you a small present of this box o' the ear—— [Strikes him.
Sos. If I were as choleric a fool as you are now, here would be fine work betwixt us two; but I am a little better bred, than to disturb the sleeping neighbourhood; and so good-night, friend—— [Is going.
Merc. [Stopping him.] Hold, sir; you and I must not part so easily; once more, whither are you going?
Sos. Why I am going as fast as I can, to get out of the reach of your clutches. Let me but only knock at the door there.
Merc. What business have you at that door, sirrah?
Sos. This is our house; and, when I am got in, I will tell you more.
Merc. Whose house is this, sauciness, that you are so familiar with, to call it ours?