BOY. Hold fast by the bucket, Hodge.
HOD. A rope on it!
BOY. Ay, there is a rope on it; but where art thou, Hodge?
HOD. In a well; I prythee, draw up.
BOY. Come, give up thy body; wind up, hoist
HOD. I am over head and ears.
BOY. In all, Hodge, in all.
FRAN. How loathsome is this beast-man's shape to me,
This mould of reason so unreasonable!—
Sirrah, why dost thou trip him down, seeing he's drunk?
BOY. Because, sir, I would have drunkards cheap.[279]
FRAN. How mean ye?