Pas. Although my peasant habit, shows me poor,
Yet covers it a soul that boldly scorns thee:
I am a Briton, sir, will that suffice thee?
Hor. Vile stripling! dost thou know me?
Pas. I do not.
Hor. Thou shalt repent this!
Pas. Approach her not, if yet thou lov’st thyself.
Hor. Thy lack of years doth save thee from my wrath:
Thou beardless boy, who thus doth ape the man,
Once more, I tell thee!—