Caq. In good deed, la; another time I’ll give you a——
Cri. Is this yours to give?
Caq. O God! forsooth mine, quoth you; nay, as for that—— 170
Cri. Now I remember, I ha’ seen this on my servant Tysefew’s finger.
Caq. Such another.
Cri. Nay, I am sure this is it.
Caq. Troth, ’tis forsooth. The poor fellow wanted money to pay for supper last night, and so pawn’d it to me; ’tis a pawn, i’faith, or else you should have it.
Tyse. Hark ye, thou base lying—How dares thy impudence hope to prosper? Were’t not for the privilege of this respected company, I would so bang thee. 180
Cri. Come hither, servant. What’s the matter betwixt you two?
Caq. Nothing; but hark you, he did me some uncivil discourtesies last night; for which, because I should not call him to account, he desires to make me any satisfaction. The coward trembles at my very presence; but I ha’ him on the hip; I’ll take the forfeit on his ring.