I will conjure thy coat, if thou leave not to rave.
With all my heart and a vengeance, come up and be nought:
I see we shall have an heretic of thee, as I thought.
These things were approved, ere thou wast born, dost thou not see?
And shall be, when thou art hanged, I warrant thee.
New Cus. Ere I was born! nay, sure that is not true,
For in comparison of me they be but new.
Perv. Doc. Of thee! ha, ha, ha! what, of thee! thou art mad.
New Cus. Surely in my sort I am both sober and sad.[13]
Perv. Doc. Why, how old art thou? tell me, I pray thee heartily.