SEGASTO.
Tell me, sirrah, how do you like your weapons?
MOUSE.
O, very well, very well, they keep my sides warm.
SEGASTO.
They keep the dogs from your shins very well, do they not?
MOUSE.
How, keep the dogs from my shins? I would scorn but my shins could keep the dogs from them.
SEGASTO.
Well, sirrah, leaving idle talk, tell me, dost thou know Captain Tremelio’s chamber?
MOUSE.
Ay, very well, it hath a door.
SEGASTO.
I think so; for so hath every chamber. But dost thou know the man?
MOUSE.
Ay, forsooth, he hath a nose on his face.
SEGASTO.
Why, so hath every one.
MOUSE.
That’s more than I know.