OLD WOMAN, Why, what wilt thou say?
CLOWN. But say I have him, and thou dar'st.
OLD WOMAN. Why, thou knave, thou hast not only my pot, but my drink unpaid for.
CLOWN. You lie like an old—I will not say whore.
OLD WOMAN. Dost thou call me whore? I'll cap thee for my pot.
CLOWN. Cap me, and thou darest; search me, whether I have it or no.
[_She searcheth him, and he drinketh over her head, and casts down the pot. She stumbleth at it, then they fall together by the ears; she takes her pot and goes out.
Enter_ SEGASTO.
SEGASTO. How now, sirrah, what's the matter?
CLOWN. O, flies, master, flies.