Lamb. Yes, yes, 'has won it betting at the bowling-alleys, or at the pigeon-holes in the garden-alleys.
Steph. You are muddy grooms[100] to upbraid me with that scorn
Which virtue now gilds over. Pray ye, gentlemen,
May I request your names?
Lamb. Our names are in the heralds' books, I warrant you;
My name is Innocent Lambskin; and this knight,
Simply though he stands here, is known to be
Sir Godfrey Speedwell.
Steph. Well may he speed, sir. Lambskin and Speedwell. Ha! is't so? I think I shall give you a medicine to purge this itch of love, sir.
Lamb. No itch neither, sir; we have no scabs here
But yourself and your cousin.
Steph. Very good, sir! my little Lambskin, I have you
Here in sheep's-skin [Produces a parchment]; look you, 'tis so, i' faith.
See, master alderman, these two crack'd gallants
Are in several bonds to my predecessor
For a debt of full two thousand a-piece.
Cousin, fetch me a sergeant straight.
Rob. Yes, sir.
Speed. O, let him: I have a protection, sir.
Steph. I'll try that, sir.
Speed. A sergeant? nay, then,
Experience must work: legs be strong and bold: