Ateu. Dost thou doubt it?
And. Ay, and why not, sir? for the greatest clerks are not the wisest, and a fool may dance in a hood, as well as a wise man in a bare frock: besides, such as give themselves to philautia,[273] as you do, master, are so choleric of complexion that that which they burn in fire over night they seek for with fury the next morning. Ah, I take care of your worship! this commonweal should have a great loss of so good a member as you are.
Ateu. Thou flatterest me.
And. Is it flattery in me, sir, to speak you fair? what is it, then, in you to dally with the king?
Ateu. Are you prating, knave? I will teach you better nurture! Is this the care you have of my wardrobe, of my accounts, and matters of trust?
And. Why, alas, sir, in times past your garments have been so well inhabited as your tenants would give no place to a moth to mangle them; but since you are grown greater, and your garments more fine and gay, if your garments are not fit for hospitality, blame your pride and commend my cleanliness: as for your writings, I am not for them, nor they for me.
Ateu. Villain, go, fly, find them out: if thou losest them, thou losest my credit.
And. Alas, sir, can I lose that you never had?
Ateu. Say you so? then hold, feel you that you never felt. [Beats him.