Sir J. Wor. Take your revenge by law.
Strange. It will be thought
Your greatness and our money carries it:
For some say some men on the back of law
May ride and rule it like a patient ass,
And with a golden bridle in the mouth
Direct it unto anything they please.
Others report it is a spider's web,
Made to entangle the poor helpless flies,
Whilst the great spiders that did make it first,
And rule it, sit i' th' midst secure, and laugh.
My law in this shall only be my sword;
But, peradventure, not this month or two.
Kath. This month or two?
C. Fred. I'll be your second, then.
Strange. You proffer too much honour, my good lord.
Pen. And I will be your third.
Abra. I'll not be fourth or fifth,
For the old proverb's good, which long hath been,
Says safest 'tis sleeping in a whole skin.
Luc. God-a-mercy, Nab, I'll ha' thee, and be but for thy manhood.
Sir Inn. Wife, my Lady Ninny, do you hear your son? He speaks seldom, but when he speaks——
Luc. He speaks proverbs, i' faith.