Isa. I warrant you 'twill pass upon Burr for a time: So my revenge and your interest will go on together.
Fail. Burr, there's mischief a-brewing, I know it by their whispering, I vow to gad: Look to yourself, their design is on you; for my part, I am a person that am above 'em.
Tim. to Trice. But then you must speak for me, Mr Trice: and you too, my lord.
Non. If you deny't again, I'll beat you; look to't, boy.
Trice. Come on; I'll make the bargain.
Isa. You were ever good in a flesh-market.
Trice. Come, you little harlotry; what satisfaction can you give me for running away before the ruffs came in?
Const. Why, I left you to 'em, that ever invite your own belly to the greatest part of all your feasts.
Trice. I have brought you a knight here, huswife, with a plentiful fortune to furnish out a table; and what would you more? Would you be an angel in heaven?
Isa. Your mind's ever upon your belly.