Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o’ your wits, and III. 2. 75 hearing too? A pox o’ your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale.—Prithee, stand farther 80 off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I’ll beat him too.
Ste. Stand farther. Come, proceed.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, ’tis a custom with him
I’ th’ afternoon to sleep: [there] thou mayst brain him,
85 Having first seized his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember