Inf. Are you so close, you bawd, you pandering slave? [Strikes Bryan.
Hip. How now? why, Infelice; what’s your quarrel?
Inf. Out of my sight, base varlet! get thee gone.
Hip. Away, you rogue!
Bry. Slawne loot,[262] fare de well, fare de well. Ah marragh frofat boddah breen![263] [Exit.
Hip. What, grown a fighter? prithee, what’s the matter?
Inf. If you’ll needs know, it was about the clock:
How works the day, my lord, pray, by your watch?
Hip. Lest you cuff me, I’ll tell you presently: I am near two.
Inf. How, two? I’m scarce at one.