Boy. Come, give up thy bodie; wind up, hoyst.
Hodg. I am over head and eares.
Boy. In all, Hodge, in all. 60
Fran. How loathsome is this beast mans shape to me,
This mould of reason so unreasonable![1719]
Sirra, why doost thou trip him downe, seeing hees drunke?
Boy. Because, sir, I would have drunkards cheape.[1720]
Fran. How meane ye? 65
Boy. Why, they say that, when any thing hath a fall it is cheape; and so of drunkards.
Fran. Go to, helpe him up [Knocking without]: but, harke, who knockes?