Bel. Ha!
Scud. By heaven, I am.
Be rul'd by me in all things.
Bel. Even to death.
Abra. 'Sfoot! Did you not know me by my purse?
Wag. I should ne'er have known you by that, for you wear it on your head, and other folks in their pockets.
L. Nin. Which is my lord, I pray?
Sir J. Wor. The second man:
Young Nevill leads.
Sir Inn And where's Sir Abraham?
Sir J. Wor. He with the terrible visage.
L. Nin. Now, out upon him to disfigure himself so:
And 'twere not for my bottle, I should swoon.