Ho, God save you, sir! have you burst your shin?
Basilisco.
Ay, villain; I have broken my shin-bone,
My backbone, my channel[395]-bone, and my thigh-bone,
Beside two dozen of small inferior bones.
Piston.
A shrewd loss, by my faith, sir:
But where's your courser's tail?
Basilisco.
He lost the same in service.
Piston.
There was a hot piece of service where he lost his tail;
But how chanc'd[396] it his nose is slit?
Basilisco.