O. Banks. Pray, Master Justice What-do-you-call-’em, hear me but in one thing: this grumbling devil owes me I know no good-will ever since I fell out with her.
M. Saw. And break’dst my back with beating me.
O. Banks. I’ll break it worse.
M. Saw. Wilt thou?
Just. You must not threaten her; ’tis against law: Go on.
O. Banks. So, sir, ever since, having a dun cow tied up in my back-side,[446] let me go thither, or but cast mine eye at her, and if I should be hanged I cannot choose, though it be ten times in an hour, but run to the cow, and taking up her tail, kiss—saving your worship’s reverence—my cow behind, that the whole town of Edmonton has been ready to bepiss themselves with laughing me to scorn.
Just. And this is long of her?
O. Banks. Who the devil else? for is any man such an ass to be such a baby, if he were not bewitched?
Sir Arth. Nay, if she be a witch, and the harms she does end in such sports, she may scape burning.
Just. Go, go: pray, vex her not; she is a subject,
And you must not be judges of the law
To strike her as you please.