Why would the knave my patience so break?
Mansipulus. Well, I must be gone, there is no remedy,
For fear my tail makes buttons, by mine honesty.
Haphazard. For reverence on your face, your nose and your chin.
By the gods, have ye heard such an unmannerly villain?
Mansipula. I never heard one so rank of rudeness.
Mansipulus. In faith, it is but for lack of lewdness.[173]
But here I burn day-light, while thus I am talking.
Away, come, Mansipula, let us be walking.
Mansipula. Contented, Mansipulus; have with thee with speed.