WID. His word is now a deed, sir. ROB. I thank you both. Uncle, what my joy conceives, I cannot utter yet. CLOWN. I will make black Monday of this! ere I suffer this disgrace, the kennel shall run with blood and rags. ROB. Sir, I am your opposite. CLOWN. I have nothing to say to you, sir; I aim at your uncle. ROB. He has no weapon. CLOWN. That's all one, I'll take him as I find him. WID. I have taken him so before you, sir: will you be quiet? STEPH. Thou shalt take me so too, Hodge, for I'll be thy fellow, though thy mistress's husband. Give me thy hand. [_Exeunt_ WIDOW, STEPHEN, _and_ ROBERT. CLOWN. I'll make you seek your fingers among the dogs, if you come to me. _My fellow?_ You lousy companion, I scorn thee. 'Sfoot! is't come to this? Have I stood all this while to my mistress an honest, handsome, plain-dealing serving-creature, and she to marry a whoreson _tityre tu tattere_ with never a good rag about him? [_Draws his sword, and puts his cap on the point of it._] Stand thou to me, and be my friend; and since my mistress has forsaken me---- _Enter_ ROBERT. ROB. How now? what's the matter? CLOWN. 'Twas well you came in good time. ROB. Why, man? CLOWN. I was going the wrong way. ROB. But tell me one thing I apprehend not: why didst lay thy cap upon the sword's point? CLOWN. Dost not thou know the reason of that? why, 'twas to save my belly: dost thou think I am so mad to cast myself away for e'er a woman of 'em all? I'll see 'em hanged first! ROB. Come, Roger, will you go? CLOWN. Well, since there is no remedy. O tears! be you my friend. ROB. Nay, prythee, Roger, do not cry. CLOWN. I cannot choose; nay, I will steep Mine eyes in crying tears, and crying weep. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [61] _Passage_ and _Novem_ were games at _dice_, and _mumchance_ one at cards. See Steevens's note on a passage in "Love's Labour Lost," act v. [62] [The jack.] [63] By a _bale_ a pair of dice only is meant. [64] Stephen puns on the words _bale_ and _bail_. [65] It appears from an after-remark of Stephen's, that the game they were playing at was _passage_. _Boreas_ may be a punning invocation to the north wind to assist him in his _passage_, or an allusion to the noise which arises at the same time in the bowling-alley. [66] The _trundletail_ was a species of dog in little estimation, I believe; it is mentioned in the "Lear" of Shakespeare. So Ursula to Quar. in "Bartholomew Fair:" "Do you sneer, you dog's-head, you _trundletail_!" But here the host only puns on the rolling or trundling the bowl at the game.