Piston.
By God's fish, friend, take you the Latin's part, I'll abuse you too.
Basilisco.
What, sance dread of our indignation?
Piston.
Sance? what language is that?
I think thou art a word-maker by thine occupation.
Basilisco.
Ay? termest thou me of an occupation?
Nay, then, this fiery humour of choler is suppress'd
By the thought of love. Fair lady——
Piston.