Gum. Why, if you can't wrench it out, we'll send for a smith.
Ditty. Has Cupid played the joiner with you, then? Who is't he has fastened to your heart with that nail? What metal is she made of, that you cannot hammer her?
Bud. It is the city's beauty!
Ditty. The city's beauty? who's that? One of my lord major's spaniels?
Gum. I knew a bitch of that name was a very pretty dog, and would fetch and carry as nimbly as any porter in the town.
Bud. What, villain, do you make a puppy of me! I'll kick you into glove-dogs, you mongrels, hell-hounds, whelps! [Kicks them.
Ditty. Hold, good Budget, a jest is but a jest; I spoke but in jest.
Gum. Nor I, indeed, Master Budget.
Bud. Then I kicked you but in jest.