Trin. Thy Grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
230 To dote thus on such luggage? [Let’s alone],
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this 235 my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your Grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here’s a garment for’t: 240 wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. ‘Steal by line and level’ is an excellent pass of pate; there’s another garment for’t.
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.