Herc. Call a dog worshipful?
Zuc. Nay, I will embrace,—nay, I will embrace a jakes-farmer, after eleven o’clock at night,—I will stand bare, and give wall to a bellows-mender,—pawn my lordship,—sell my foot-cloth,[195]—but I will be revenged. Does she think she has married an ass? 470
Herc. A fool?
Zuc. A coxcomb?
Herc. A ninny-hammer?
Zuc. A woodcock?
Herc. A calf?
Zuc. No, she shall find that I ha’ eyes.
Herc. And brain.
Zuc. And nose.