Lop. And therefore, Sir, it is, that I, poor Lopez as I am, sometimes take leave to maralize.
Don John. Go, go, moralize in the Market-place: I'm quite worn out. Once more, march.
Lop. Is the Sentence definitive?
Don John. Positive.
Lop. Then, pray, let us come to account, and see what Wages are due.
Don John. Wages! Refund what you have had, you Rascal, you, for the plague you have given me.
Lop. Nay, if I must lose my Money; then let me claim another Right: Losers have leave to speak. Therefore, advance, my Tongue, and say thy Pleausure; tell this Master of mine, he shou'd die with shame at the Life he leads: So much unworthy of a Man of Honour: Tell him——
Don John. I'll hear no more.
Lop. You shall indeed, Sir.
Don John. Here, take thy Money, and begone.