Come o're his brains; I do not like his kindness:
But silence best becomes me: if he mean foul play,
Sure they are enough to right themselves, and let 'em,
I'le sit by, so they beat him not to powder.
Bar.
Bring in the meat there, ha? Sit down dear neighbour,
A little meat needs little Complement,
Sit down I say.
Am.
What do you mean by this Sir?