As for me I care not, if I never see him more.
Come, let us run his arse against the post.
Ambidexter.
Ah, ye slaves, I will be with you at the host:
Ah, ye knaves, I will teach ye how ye shall me deride.
[Here let him swinge them about.
Out of my sight; I can ye not abide.
Now, goodman pouchmouth, I am a slave with you!
Now have at ye afresh again even now:
Mine arse against the post you will run?