Ant. S. Thy mistress’ marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the Phœnix;
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
90 And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for [God’s] sake, hold your hands!
Nay, an you will not, sir, I’ll take my heels. Exit.
95 Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other
The villain is [o’er-raught] of all my money.