You lie like an old--I will not say whore.

OLD WOMAN.

Dost thou call me whore? I'll cap thee for my pot.

MOUSE.

Cap me & thou darest, search me whether I have it or no.

[She searcheth him, and he drinketh over her head and casts down the pot; she stumbleth at it; then they fall together by the ears; she takes her pot and goes out. Exit.]

[Enter Segasto.]

SEGASTO.

How now, sirra, what's the matter?

MOUSE.

Oh, flies, master, flies.

SEGASTO.

Flies? where are they?

MOUSE.

Oh here, master, all about your face.

SEGASTO.

Why, thou liest; I think thou art mad.

MOUSE.

Why, master, I have killed a duncart full at the least.

SEGASTO.

Go to, sirra! leaving this idle talk, give ear to me.

MOUSE.

How? give you one of my ears? not & you were ten masters.

SEGASTO.

Why, sir, I bid you give ear to my words.

MOUSE.

I tell you I will not be made a curtall for no man's pleasure.

SEGASTO.

I tell thee, attend what I say: go thy ways straight and rear the whole town.

MOUSE.

How? rear the town? even go your self; it is more than I can do: why, do you think I can rear a town, that can scarce rear a pot of ale to my head? I should rear a town, should I not?

SEGASTO.