1 Serv. I long to be hanselling his hide, before we bring him to my master.
2 Serv. Hang him, for an old covetous hypocrite; he deserves a worse punishment himself, for keeping us so hardly.
1 Serv. Ay, would he were in this villain's place! thus I would lay him on, and thus.[Beats him.
2 Serv. And thus would I revenge myself of my last beating.[He beats him too, and then the rest.
Muf. Oh, ho, ho!
1 Serv. Now, supposing you were the Mufti, sir.— [Beats him again.
Muf. The devil's in that supposing rascal!—I can bear no more; and I am the Mufti. Now suppose yourselves my servants, and hold your hands: an anointed halter take you all!
1 Serv. My master!—You will pardon the excess of our zeal for you, sir: Indeed we all took you for a villain, and so we used you.
Muf. Ay, so I feel you did; my back and sides are abundant testimonies of your zeal.—Run, rogues, 397 and bring me back my jewels, and my fugitive daughter; run, I say.
[They run to the gate, and the first Servant runs back again.
1 Serv. Sir, the castle is in a most terrible combustion; you may hear them hither.