HAVE. Take that for history. O brave lieutenant, now thy dinner works! MOTH. I nis not Edmond Ironside, God wot. HAVE. More provocation yet? I'll seal thy lips. MOTH. A twenty-devil way! So did the Saxon[216] Upon thylke plain of Sarum done to death By treachery the lords of merry Englond, Nem esur Saxes. HAVE. Villain, dost abuse me In unbaptized language? Do not answer: [MOTH _entreats by signs_. If that thou dost, by Jove, I'll strangle thee. Do you make mouths, you rascal, thus at me? You're at dumb-service now. Why, this is more Unsufferable than your old patch'd gibberish: This silence is abuse. I'll send thee to The place of it, where thou shalt meet with Oswald, Vortigern, Harold, Hengist, Horsa, Knute, Alured, Edgar, and Cunobeline. [SLICER, HEARSAY _step in_. Thus, thus I sheathe my sword. SLICER. Redoubted knight Enough: it is thy foe doth vanquish'd lie Now at thy mercy. Mercy not withstand; For he is one the truest knight alive, Though conquer'd now he lie on lowly ground. HAVE. Thou ow'st thy life to my lieutenant, caitiff: Breathe and be thankful. MOTH. I rech[217] not thine yeft;[218] Maugre[219] thine head; algate[220] I suffer none. I am thine lefe, thine deere, mine Potluck Joan. SCENE III. ANDREW, PRISCILLA. AND. Fairest of things, tralucent creature--Hang me, If I do know what's next. PRIS. This meant to me? AND. Fairest of things, tralucent creature, rather, Obscured deity--'Tis gone again. Lady, will you eat a piece of gingerbread? PRIS. You might have better manners, than to scoff One of my breeding. AND. Hark! Indeed I love you. PRIS. Alas! AND. I vow, I burn in love, as doth A penny fagot. PRIS. Heigho! AND. And I shall Blaze out, sir reverence, if ye do not quench me. PRIS. Indeed now? AND. Though I say't that should not say't, I am affected towards you strangely. PRIS. Now, Who'd have thought it? AND. There's a thing each night Comes to my bed's head, and cries, _Matrimony,_ _Matrimony, Andrew_. PRIS. God forbid! AND. It is Some spirit that would join us. PRIS. Goodly, goodly. AND. Then do I shake all over. PRIS. Doth it so? AND. Then shake again. PRIS. I pray you now. AND. Then cry, Fairest of things, tralucent creature, rather, Obscured deity, sweet Mistress Jane, I come, I come. PRIS. Sweet sir, you are deceiv'd; I'm but her woman. Here she comes herself. _Enter_ MISTRESS JANE. AND. Now, as my father saith, I would I were A cucumber, if I know what to do. JANE. Why, how now, Pris.? Who's that that useth you So lovingly? AND. Fairest of things--'tis one Tralucent creature--'tis--ay, that it is, One----