Fee. Heart! let me alone with 'em.
[Break off, and exeunt all the Swaggerers.
Well. Why, now thou art a worthy wight, indeed, a Lord of Lorn.[112]
Fee. I am a madman: look, is not that one of their heads?
Well. Fie! no, my lord.
Fee. Damn me, but 'tis; I would not wish you to cross me a'purpose: if you have anything to say to me, so—I am ready.
Well. O brave lord! many a roarer thus is made by wine. Come, it is one of their heads, my lord.
Fee. Why so, then, I will have my humour. If you love me, let's go break windows somewhere.
Well. Drawer, take your plate. For the reckoning there's some of their cloaks: I will be no shot-log to such.
Drawer. God's blessing o' your heart for thus ridding the house of them.
[Exeunt.