SUM. Believe me, Ver, but thou art pleasant bent;
This humour should import a harmless mind.
Know'st thou the reason why I sent for thee?
VER. No, faith, nor care not whether I do or no.
If you will dance a galliard, so it is: if not—
Falangtado, Falangtado,
To wear the black and yellow,
Falantado, Falantado,
My mates are gone, I'll follow.[26]
SUM. Nay, stay awhile, we must confer and talk.
Ver, call to mind I am thy sovereign lord,
And what thou hast, of me thou hast and hold'st.
Unto no other end I sent for thee,
But to demand a reckoning at thy hands,
How well or ill thou hast employ'd my wealth.
VER. If that be all, we will not disagree:
A clean trencher and a napkin you shall have presently.
WILL SUM. The truth is, this fellow hath been a tapster in his days.
VER goes in, and fetcheth out the hobby-horse[27] and the morris-dance, who dance about.
SUM. How now? is this the reckoning we shall have?
WIN. My lord, he doth abuse you; brook it not.
AUT. Summa totalis, I fear, will prove him but a fool.