Orl. Varlet, for this I’ll hang thee.
Mat. Ha, ha, alas!
Orl. Thou keepest a man of mine here, under my nose—
Mat. Under thy beard.
Orl. As arrant a smell-smock, for an old muttonmonger[281] as thyself.
Mat. No, as yourself.
Orl. As arrant a purse-taker as ever cried, Stand! yet a good fellow I confess, and valiant; but he’ll bring thee to th’ gallows; you both have robbed of late two poor country pedlars.
Mat. How’s this? how’s this? dost thou fly high? rob pedlars?—bear witness, Front—rob pedlars? my man and I a thief?
Bell. Oh, sir, no more.