When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pros. If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak,
295 And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.
Ari.
Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,