Lookye, master, I’ve dusted a better jacket than yours before now, so you had best keep a civil tongue in your head. Once for all, will you buy my radishes?
Apollodorus.
No!
Sancho.
Then go to the devil and shake yourself!
[Exit.
Apollodorus.
The foul fiend seize thee and thy cauliflowers!
I was indeed a most egregious ass
To take this lubber clodpole for a bard,