PLOD-ALL.
How now, fool? what, dost curse me?
WILL CRICKET. How now, fool! How now, caterpillar? It's a sign of death, when such vermin creep hedges so early in the morning.
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Sirrah foul manners, do you know to whom you speak?
WILL CRICKET. Indeed, Peter, I must confess I want some of your wooing manners, or else I might have turned my fair bushtail to you instead of your father, and have given you the ill salutation this morning.
PETER PLOD-ALL. Let him alone, Peter; I'll temper him well enough. Sirrah, I hear say, you must be married shortly. I'll make you pay a sweet fine for your house for this. Ha, sirrah! am not I your landlord?
WILL CRICKET. Yes, for fault of a better; but you get neither sweet fine nor sour fine of me.
PLOD-ALL.
My masters, I pray you bear witness I do discharge him then.
WILL CRICKET. My masters, I pray you bear witness my landlord has given me a general discharge. I'll be married presently. My fine's paid; I have a discharge for it. [He offers to go away.
PLOD-ALL.
Nay, prythee, stay.
WILL CRICKET. No, I'll not stay. I'll go call the clerk. I'll be cried out upon i' the church presently. What, ho! what, clerk, I say? where are you?