PIP. Marry, a woman that is kin to the frost.[22]
MRS SPLAY. How do you mean that?
PIP. And you are akin to the Latin word, to understand.
MRS SPLAY. And what's that?
PIP. Subaudi, subaudi? and, sir, do you not use to pink doublets?
MRS SPLAY. And why?
PIP. I took you for a cutter, you are of a great kindred; you are a common cozener, everybody calls you cousin; besides, they say you are a very good warrener, you have been an old coneycatcher: but, if I be turned a-begging, as I know not what I am born to, and that you ever come to the said trade, as nothing is unpossible, I'll set all the commonwealth of beggars on your back, and all the congregation of vermin shall be put to your keeping; and then if you be not more bitten than all the company of beggars besides, I'll not have my will: zounds! turned out of doors! I'll go and set up my trade; a dish to drink in, that I have within; a wallet, that I'll make of an old shirt; then my speech, For the Lord's sake, I beseech your worship; then I must have a lame leg; I'll go to football and break my shins—and I am provided for that.
BRA. What! stands the villain prating? hence, you slave!
[Exit PIPKIN.
Y. ART. Art thou yet pleas'd?