Hol. I will repeat them,—a, e, i,—
050 Moth. The sheep: the other two concludes it,—o, u.
[051] Arm. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit,—snip, snap, quick and home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit!
Moth. Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
055 Hol. What is the figure? what is the figure?
Moth. Horns.
[057] Hol. Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig.
Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip [059] about your infamy circum circa,—a gig of a cuckold’s horn.
060 Cost. An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard, what a 065 joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it [066] ad dunghill, at the fingers’ ends, as they say.
Hol. O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem.