AUD. Bite us! who dare bite us?
APP. I talk of no biting; I say, what's the matter between Olfactus and you?
AUD. Will Olfactus bite me? do, if he dares; would he would meet me here according to his promise! Mine ears are somewhat thick of late; I pray thee, speak out louder.
APP. Ha, ha, ha, ha! this is fine, i'faith: ha, ha, ha! Hear you, have you lost your ears at supper?
AUD. Excellent cheer at supper, I confess it;
But when 'tis sauc'd with sour contentions,
And breeds such quarrels, 'tis intolerable.
APP. Pish, pish, this is my question: hath your supper spoiled your hearing?
AUD. Hearing at supper? tell not me of hearing?
But if thou saw'st Olfactus, bring me to him.
APP. I ask you, whether you have lost your hearing?
AUD. O, dost thou hear them ring? what a grief is this
Thus to be deaf, and lose such harmony.
Wretched Auditus, now shalt thou never hear
The pleasing changes that a well-tun'd chord
Of trolling bells will make, when they are rung.
APP. Here's ado indeed! I think he's mad, as well as drunk or deaf.