Staines. As thou lov'st thy profit, hold thy tongue; thou and I will confer.
[Aside.]
Bub. Do you hear, my friend? Can you tell me when and how my uncle died?
Blank. Yes, sir; he died this morning, and he was killed by a butcher.
Bub. How! by a butcher?
Blank. Yes indeed, sir; for going this morning into the market to cheapen meat, he fell down stark dead, because a butcher asked him four shillings for a shoulder of mutton.
Bub. How, stark dead! and could not aqua vitæ fetch him again?
Blank. No, sir; nor rosa solis neither; and yet there was trial made of both.
Bub. I shall love aqua vitæ and rosa solis the better while I live.
[Aside.
Staines. Will it please your worship to accept of my poor service? you know my case is desperate; I beseech you that I may feed upon your bread, though it be of the brownest, and drink of your drink, though it may be of the smallest; for I am humble in body and dejected in mind, and will do your worship as good service for forty shillings a year as another shall for three pounds.