Mat. Sirrah, he could tell me of the robbing the two pedlars, and that warrants are out for us both.
Orl. Good sir, I like not those crackers.
Mat. Crackhalter, wou’t set thy foot to mine?
Orl. How, sir? at drinking.
Mat. We’ll pull that old crow my father: rob thy master. I know the house, thou the servants: the purchase[288] is rich, the plot to get it is easy, the dog will not part from a bone.
Orl. Pluck’t out of his throat, then: I’ll snarl for one, if this[289] can bite.
Mat. Say no more, say no more, old coal, meet me anon at the sign of the Shipwreck.
Orl. Yes, sir.
Mat. And dost hear, man?—the Shipwreck. [Exit.
Orl. Th’art at the shipwreck now, and like a swimmer,
Bold, but inexpert, with those waves dost play,
Whose dalliance, whorelike, is to cast thee away.