Clo. I' the name of [me—]
Ant. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags;
and then, death, death!
Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to
lay on thee, rather than have these off.
Ant. O sir, the loathsomeness of them [offends] me more
than the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and
millions.
Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come