But even from his head I would it bite or tear.
Yea, and if one of them were not enou',
I would bite them both off, I make God avow.
M. Merry. What is he, whom this little mouse doth so threaten? [Aside.
Tib. Talk. I would teach him, I trow, to make girls shent or beaten.
M. Merry. I will call her. Maid, with whom are ye so hasty?
Tib. Talk. Not with you, sir, but with a little wage-pasty;
A deceiver of folks by subtle craft and guile.
M. Merry. I know where she is: Dobinet hath wrought some wile.
Tib. Talk. He brought a ring and token, which he said was sent