Qu. He hath no true wit, no true humour.
Sce. The commoner a man is now, the better will he like him.
Seo. It used not to be so: he was once thick with me.
Sce. He hath sunk to depths.
Qu. With his acting and singing.
Seo. I believe ’twas he set fire to the city. I would the earthquake had swallowed him!
Qu. Well, I’ll not be civil to his buffoon any longer.
Seo. A gentleman must draw the line somewhere.
Sce. Hark, then! Shall we unite in some plan of lordly revenge?
Seo. I care not; I’d as lief run him through and have done with it.