Math. Sweetheart.
Wal. Mat.
Math. Where art thou?
Pis. Here.
Math. O Jesus! here's our father.
Wal. The devil he is!
Har. Master Pisaro, twenty times good morrow,
Pis. Good-morrow? now, I tell you, gentlemen,
You wrong and move my patience overmuch.
What, will you rob me, kill me, cut my throat,
And set mine own blood here against me too?
You huswives, baggages, or what is worse.
Wilful, stubborn, [and] disobedient!
Use it not, gentlemen; abuse me not,
Newgate hath room, there's law enough in England.
Heigh. Be not so testy; hear what we can say.
Pis. Will you be wiv'd? first learn to keep a wife:
Learn to be thrifty, learn to keep your lands,
And learn to pay your debts too, I advise, else——