Or a rabblement of bandogs barking at a bear;
Ha, ha, ha.
Avarice. I beshrew thy knave's fingers with my very heart,
The devil will reward thee, whose darling thou art.
But sirrah, I pray thee—
If it had chanced me in those days in thy hands to have fell,
I think sure thou wouldst have ordered me well.
Cruelty. His blood, I would I might have once seen that chance,
I would have vexed thee with a vengeance, for old acquaintance.
Avarice. Why so? I was always thy furderer in those days, I am sure.