Throat. My lady's butler, sir.
Beard. Not I, by heaven!
Throat. By this good light, he swore it,
And for your daughter's love he ran away.
Beard. By Jove, I gull'd thee, Throat.
Jus. Tut. More knavery yet?
Lay hands on him, pinion them both,
And guard them hence towards Fleet Street: come away!
Beard. Must we be led like thieves, and pinion'd walk?
Spent I my blood for this? is this my hire?
Why then burn, rage: set Beard and Nose on fire.
Jus. Tut. On, on, I say.
Throat. Justice, the law shall firk you.
FOOTNOTES:
[396] These are cant phrases for being intoxicated.