SERVANT.
Tug at a Monster.
HUSBAND.
Have I no power? shall my slave fetter me?
SERVANT.
Nay, then, the Devil wrestles, I am thrown.
HUSBAND.
Oh, villain, now I’ll tug thee,
[Overthrows him]
now I’ll tear thee;
Set quick spurs to my vassail, bruize him, trample him.
So! I think thou wilt not follow me in haste.
My horse stands ready saddled. Away, away;
Now to my brat at nurse, my suckling begger.
Fates, I’ll not leave you one to trample on.
SCENE VI. Court before the house.
[The Master meets him.]
MASTER.
How ist with you, sir? me thinks you look
Of a distracted colour.
HUSBAND.
Who? I, sir? tis but your fancy.
Please you walk in, Sir, and I’ll soon resolve you:
I want one small part to make up the sum,
And then my brother shall rest satisfied.