Why, Baskethilt!
Bas. Here, sir.
Sir Lionel. Shall I not be trussed to-day?
Bas. Yes, sir; but I went for water.
Sir Lionel. Is Will Rash up yet?
Bas. I think not, sir; for I heard nobody stirring in the house.
Sir Lionel. Knock, sirrah, at his chamber.
[Knock within.
The house might be pluck'd down and builded again
Before he'd wake with the noise.
[Will Rash aloft.
W. Rash. Who's that keeps such a knocking; are you mad?
Sir Lionel. Rather thou art drunk, thou lazy slouch,
That mak'st thy bed thy grave, and in it buryest
All thy youth and vigour: up, for shame.