ANA. How now, Invention, are you so quick-fingered? I'faith, there's your principal, sirrah, [snap], and here's the interest ready in my hand [snap. They fall together by the ears.] Yea, have you found out scratching? Now I remember me—
HEU. Do you bite me, rascal?
MEN. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Here's the lively picture of this axiom, A quick invention and a good memory can never agree. Fie, fie, fie: Heuresis! beat him, when he's down?
ANA. Prythee, let's alone: proud jackanapes, I'll—
HEU. What will you do?
ANA. Untruss thy points, and whip thee, thou paltry ——. Let me go,
Mendacio, if thou lov'st me. Shall I put up the—
MEN. Come, come, come, you shall fight no more, in good faith. Heuresis, your master will catch you anon.
HEU. My master! where is he?
MEN. I'll bring you to him; come away.
HEU. Anamnestes, I scorn that thou shouldst think I go away for fear of anything thou canst do unto me. Here's my hand, as soon as thou canst pick the least occasion, put up thy finger, I am for thee.