Ant. Dog, what wouldst thou have?
Must. Learn better manners, or I shall serve you a dog-trick; come down upon all-four immediately; I'll make you know your rider.
Ant. Thou wilt not make a horse of me?
325 Must. Horse or ass, that's as thy mother made thee: but take earnest, in the first place, for thy sauciness.—[Lashes him with his Whip.]—Be advised, friend, and buckle to thy geers: Behold my ensign of royalty displayed over thee.
Ant. I hope one day to use thee worse in Portugal.
Must. Ay, and good reason, friend; if thou catchest me a-conquering on thy side of the water, lay on me lustily; I will take it as kindly as thou dost this.—
[Holds up his Whip.
Ant. [Lying down.] Hold, my dear Thrum-cap: I obey thee cheerfully.—I see the doctrine of non-resistance is never practised thoroughly, but when a man can't help himself.
Enter a second Merchant.
2d Mer. You, friend, I would see that fellow do his postures.
Must. [Bridling Ant.] Now, sirrah, follow, for you have rope enough: To your paces, villain, amble trot, and gallop:—Quick about, there.—Yeap! the more money's bidden for you, the more your credit.
[Antonio follows, at the end of the Bridle, on his Hands and Feet, and does all his Postures.