Clo. Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he haunts
wakes, fairs and bear-baitings.
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Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue that
put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: if
you had but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.
Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am
false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him.
Clo. How [do you] now?