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sirrah, leave your jesting, and bind yourself presently unto me CLOWN. Ay, and goings out too; you may see else. the villain is bare and out of service, and so hungry, that I know Enter WAGNER[65] and CLOWN. WAGNER. Alas, poor slave! see how poverty jesteth in his nakedness! WAGNER. So thou shalt, whether thou beest with me or no. But, man, I should be full of vermin.[70] your living. CLOWN. How, boy! swowns, boy! I hope you have seen many boys have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear. his father left him. Do you hear? I would be sorry to rob you of CLOWN. How, in verse? he would give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, with such pickadevaunts[66] as I have: boy, quotha! WAGNER. Sirrah boy, come hither. familiars,[71] and they shall tear thee in pieces. WAGNER. Well, wilt thou serve me, and I'll make thee go like CLOWN. Oho, oho, staves-acre! why, then, belike, if I were your Qui mihi discipulus?[68] 'twere blood-raw! not so, good friend: by'r lady,[67] I had need WAGNER. Tell me, sirrah, hast thou any comings in? CLOWN. How, how, knaves-acre! ay, I thought that was all the land WAGNER. Sirrah, I say in staves-acre. CLOWN. How! my soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, though WAGNER. No, sirrah; in beaten silk and staves-acre.[69] though it were blood-raw. for seven years, or I'll turn all the lice about thee into

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