Bib. And I drink this to you, sir; henceforward I'll forbear working for you.
Fail. Then say I:
Take a little Bibber,
And threw him in the river;
And if he will trust never,
Then there let him lie ever.
Bib. Then say I:
Take a little Failer,
And throw him to the jailor;
And there let him lie,
Till he has paid his tailor.
Burr. You are very smart upon one another, gentlemen.
Fail. This is nothing between us; I use to tell him of his title, Fiery facias; and his setting dog, that runs into ale-houses before him, and comes questing out again, if any of the woots, his customers, be within.
Bib. I'faith 'tis true; and I use to tell him of his two capon's tails about his hat, that are laid spread-eaglewise to make a feather; I would go into the snow at any time, and in a quarter of an hour I would come in with a better feather upon my head; and so farewel, sir; I have had the better on you hitherto, and for this time I am resolved to keep it.
[Exit BIBBER.
Fail. The rogue's too hard for me; but the best on't is, I have my revenge upon his purse.