Hor. ’S foot, father, I’ll not write him honest lord.
Jer. Take up thy pen, or I’ll take up thee.
Hor. What! write him honest lord? I’ll not agree.
Jer. You’ll take it up, sir?
Hor. Well, well.
Jer. What went before? thou hast put me out: beshrew
Thy impudence or insolence!
Hor. Lorenzo’s an honest lord——
Jer. Well, sir; and has hired one to murder you.
Hor. O, I cry you mercy, father, meant you so?