Alex. Can you lend me a mark upon this ring, sir? and there set it down in your book, and, umph—mark that.
Blood. I'll have no stolen rings picked out of pockets, or taken upon the way,[14] not I.
Alex. I'll give you an old saw for't.
Blood. There's a rogue mocks his father: sirrah, get you gone. Sim, go let loose the mastiff.
Sim. Alas, sir! he'll tear and pull out your son's throat.
Blood. Better pull't out than halter stretch it. Away, out of my doors! rogue, I defy thee.
Alex. Must you be my mother-in-law?
Wid. So your father says, sir.
Alex. You see the worst of your eldest son; I abuse nobody.
Blood. The rogue will fall upon her.