Perv. Doc. I speak to thee, knave; thou art mad, I trow.
What meanest thou to rail right now so contemptuously
At the chiefest secrets of all divinity?
New Cus. Verily I railed not, so far as I can tell,
I spake but advisedly, I know very well;
For I will stand to it, whatsoever I said.
Perv. Doc. Wilt thou so? but I will make thee well apaid,[11]
To recant thy words, I hold thee a pound,
Before thou depart hence out of this ground.
New Cus. No, that shall you not do, if I die therefore.