Patr. What say you to 't? 285
Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.[1812]
Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven of the[1813]
clock it will go one way or other: howsoever, he shall pay
for me ere he has me. 290
Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart.[1814]
Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
Ther. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will[1815][1816]
be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know[1816] 295
not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo get
his sinews to make catlings on.
Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the[1817]
more capable creature. 300