Mat. Where didst buy this mutton? I never felt better ribs.
Bell. A neighbour sent it me.
Re-enter Orlando disguised as a Serving-man.
Mat. Hah, neighbour? foh, my mouth stinks,—You whore, do you beg victuals for me? Is this satin doublet to be bombasted[285] with broken meat? [Takes up the stool.
Orl. What will you do, sir?
Mat. Beat out the brains of a beggarly—
Orl. Beat out an ass’s head of your own—Away, Mistress [Exit Bellafront.] Zounds, do but touch one hair of her, and I’ll so quilt your cap with old iron, that your coxcomb shall ache like a roasted rabbit, that you must have the head for the brains?
Mat. Ha, ha! go out of my doors, you rogue, away, four marks; trudge.
Orl. Four marks? no, sir, my twenty pound that you ha’ made fly high, and I am gone.
Mat. Must I be fed with chippings? you’re best get a clapdish,[286] and say you’re proctor to some spittle-house.[287] Where hast thou been, Pacheco? Come hither my little turkey-cock.