Wiggen. Sic argumentaris, domine Loache;—and we make many such matches, we may pull downe the steeple, sell the belles, and thatche the chauncell: in good time, sir, and hang your selves in the bell ropes when you have done. Domine oponens, præpono tibi hanc questionem, whether you will have the ground broken, or your pates 470 broken first? For one of them shall be done presently, and to begin mine[1086] Ile seale it upon your cockescome.
Eum. Hould thy hands, I pray thee, good fellow; be not too hastie.
Coreb. You capons face, we shall have you turnd out of the 475 parish one of these dayes, with never a tatter to your arse; then you are in worse taking then Jack.
Eumen. Faith and he is bad enough. This fellow does but the part of a friend, to seeke to burie his friend; how much will burie him?
Wiggen. Faith, about some fifteene or sixteene shillings will 480 bestow him honestly.
Sexton. I, even there abouts, sir.
Eumen. Heere, hould it then, and I have left me but one poore three halfe pence; now do I remember the wordes the old man spake at the crosse: 'bestowe all thou hast,'—and this is all,—'till 485 dead mens bones comes at thy call.' Heare, holde it,[1087] and so farewell.
Wig. God, and all good, bee with you sir; naie, you cormorants, Ile bestowe one peale of[1088] Jack at mine owne proper costs and charges.
Coreb. You may thanke God the long staffe and the bilbowe 490 blade crost not your cockescombe. Well, weele to the church stile,[1090] and have a pot, and so tryll lyll.
Both. Come, lets go.