To. Work upon that now. By my hopes, he wooes honestly and orderly; he shall be anchor of my hopes! Look, see the ill-yoked monster, his fellow!
Enter Quicksilver unlaced, a towel about his neck, in his flat-cap, drunk.
Qu. Eastward-ho! Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia![31]
To. Drunk now downright, o’ my fidelity!
Qu. (Ump).[32] Pull eo, pullo! showse, quoth the caliver. 95
Go. Fie, fellow Quicksilver, what a pickle are you in!
Qu. Pickle? pickle in thy throat; zounds, pickle! Wa, ha, ho! good-morrow, knight Petronel: morrow, lady goldsmith; come off, knight, with a counterbuff, for the honour of knighthood.
Go. Why, how now, sir? do ye know where you are? 102
Qu. Where I am? why, ’sblood! you jolthead, where I am!
Go. Go to, go to, for shame; go to bed and sleep out this immodesty: thou shamest both my master and his house.