Rog. Your ruff, your poker, are engendering together upon the cupboard of the court, or the court cupboard.[146]
Bell. Fetch ’em: is the pox in your hams, you can go no faster? [Strikes him.
Rog. Would the pox were in your fingers, unless you could leave flinging! catch— [Exit.
Bell. I’ll catch you, you dog, by and by: do you grumble? [Sings.
Cupid is a God, as naked as my nail,
I’ll whip him with a rod, if he my true love fail.
Re-enter Roger with ruff and poker.
Rog. There’s your ruff, shall I poke it?
Bell. Yes, honest Roger—no, stay; prithee, good boy, hold here. [Sings.] [Roger holds the glass and candle.] Down, down, down, down, I fall down and arise,—down—I never shall arise.
Rog. Troth mistress, then leave the trade if you shall never rise.
Bell. What trade, Goodman Abra’m?[147]