CLEM. Oh, God's pity, was it so, sir? he must arrest you. Give me my long sword there; help me off, so; come on, sir varlet, I must cut off your legs, sirrah; nay, stand up, I'll use you kindly; I must cut off your legs, I say. MUS. Oh, good sir, I beseech you, nay, good master Doctor. Oh, good sir. CLEM. I must do it; there is no remedy; I must cut off your legs, sirrah. I must cut off your ears, you rascal, I must do it; I must cut off your nose, I must cut off your head. MUS. Oh, for God's sake, good master Doctor. CLEM. Well, rise; how dost thou now? dost thou feel thyself well? hast thou no harm? MUS. No, I thank God, sir, and your good worship. CLEM. Why so? I said I must cut off thy legs, and I must cut off thy arms, and I must cut off thy head; but I did not do it so: you said you must arrest this gentleman, but you did not arrest him, you knave, you slave, you rogue, do you say you must arrest, sirrah? away with him to the jail, I'll teach you a trick for your must. MUS. Good master Doctor, I beseech you be good to me. CLEM. Marry o'God: away with him, I say. MUS. Nay, 'sblood, before I go to prison, I'll put on my old brazen face, and disclaim in my vocation: I'll discover, that's flat, an I be committed, it shall be for the committing of more villainies than this, hang me an I lose the least grain of my fame. CLEM. Why? when, knave? by God's marry, I'll clap thee by the heels too. MUS. Hold, hold, I pray you. CLEM. What's the matter? stay there. MUS. Faith, sir, afore I go to this house of bondage, I have a case to unfold to your worship: which (that it may appear more plain unto your worship's view) I do thus first of all uncase, and appear in mine own proper nature, servant to this gentleman: and known by the name of Musco. LOR. SE. Ha, Musco! STEP. Oh, uncle, Musco has been with my cousin and I all this day. CLEM. Did not I tell you there was some device? MUS. Nay, good master Doctor, since I have laid myself thus open to your worship, now stand strong for me, till the progress of my tale be ended, and then if my wit do not deserve your countenance, 'slight, throw it on a dog, and let me go hang myself. CLEM. Body of me, a merry knave, give me a bowl of sack. Signior Lorenzo, I bespeak your patience in particular, marry, your ears in general, here, knave, Doctor Clement drinks to thee. MUS. I pledge master Doctor an't were a sea to the bottom. CLEM. Fill his bowl for that, fill his bowl: so, now speak freely.