SEGASTO. Flies? where are they?
CLOWN. O, here, master, all about your face.
SEGASTO. Why, thou liest; I think thou art mad.
CLOWN. Why, master, I have kill'd a dungcartful at the least.
SEGASTO. Go to, sirrah. Leaving this idle talk, give ear to me.
CLOWN. How, give you one of my ears? not, and you were ten masters.
SEGASTO. Why, sir, I bad you give ear to my words.
CLOWN. I tell you, I will not be made a curtal for no man's pleasure.
SEGASTO. I tell thee, attend what I say. Go thy ways straight, and rear the whole town.
CLOWN. How, rear the town? even go yourself; it is more than I can do. Why, do you think I can rear a town, that can scarce rear a pot of ale to my head? I should rear a town, should I not!