Ah, sirrah, you have made a fair speak here to-day,
Do you look for any reward for your deed?
It were good to beat thee, till thy head bleed,
Or to scourge thee well-favouredly at a cart's tail,
To teach such an whoreson to blaspheme and rail
At such holy mysteries and matters so high,
As thou speakest of now, and rail'dst at so lately!
New Cus. What mean ye, sir, or to whom do you speak?
Art you minded on me your anger to wreak,
Which have not offended, as far as I know?