Slip. Why, sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and pick a purse as soon as any thief in my country.
Sir Bar. Why, fellow, hold; here is earnest, ten pound to assure thee. [Gives money]. Go, despatch, and bring it me to yonder tavern thou seest; and assure thyself, thou shalt both have thy skin full of wine and the rest of thy money.
Slip. I will, sir.—Now room for a gentleman, my masters! who gives me money for a fair new angel,[271] a trim new angel? [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—The Same.
Enter Andrew and Purveyor.
Pur. Sirrah, I must needs have your master's horses: the king cannot be unserved.
And. Sirrah, you must needs go without them, because my master must be served.
Pur. Why, I am the king's purveyor, and I tell thee I will have them.
And. I am Ateukin's servant, Signior Andrew, and I say, thou shalt not have them.