R Roister. Art thou come, fellow?
Scrivener. How think you? Am I not here?
R. Roister. What hindrance hast thou done me, and what villainy!
Scrivener. It hath come of thyself, if thou hast had any.
R. Roister. All the stock thou comest of, later or rather,[132]
From thy first father's grandfather's father's father,
Nor all that shall come of thee, to the world's end,
Though to three score generations they descend,
Can be able to make a just recompense
For this trespass of thine and this one offence.