Just. That trust to obtain with him I have struggled.
Sap. Then let us depart, and leave this beast bridled. [Go out both.
Inc. May the devil go with you and his dun dame!
Such horse-masters will make a colt quickly tame;
I would he were hanged that this snaffle did make,
It maketh my chaps so shamefully to ache;
Ye have no pity on me, you, I see, by your laughing;
I care not greatly, if I fall to gambolling;
We-he-he-he-he-he, come aloft, I say,
Beware the horse-heels, I advise you stand away;