80 Between you I shall have a holy head.
Adr. Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home.
Dro. E. Am I so round with you as you with me,
That like a football you do spurn me thus?
You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither:
85 If [I last] in this service, you must case me in leather. [Exit.]
Luc. Fie, how impatience lowereth in your face!
[Adr. His company] must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took