MACI. Upon my life, he has stolen your dog, sir, and been hired to it by some that have ventured with you; you may guess by his peremptory answers. PUNT. Not unlike; for he hath been a notorious thief by his own confession. Sirrah, where is my dog? SHIFT. Charge me with your dog, sir! I have none of your dog, sir. PUNT. Villain, thou liest. SHIFT. Lie, sir! s'blood, -- you are but a man, sir. PUNT. Rogue and thief, restore him. SOG. Take heed, sir Puntarvolo, what you do; he'll bear no coals, I can tell you, o' my word. MACI. This is rare. SOG. It's marle he stabs you not: By this light, he hath stabbed forty, for forty times less matter, I can tell you of my knowledge. PUNT. I will make thee stoop, thou abject. SOG. Make him stoop, sir! Gentlemen, pacify him, or he'll be kill'd. MACI. Is he so tall a man? SOG. Tall a man! if you love his life, stand betwixt them. Make him stoop! PUNT. My dog, villain, or I will hang thee; thou hast confest robberies, and other felonious acts, to this gentleman, thy Countenance -- SOG. I'll bear no witness. PUNT. And without my dog, I will hang thee, for them. [SHIFT KNEELS. SOG. What! kneel to thine enemies! SHIFT. Pardon me, good sir; God is my witness, I never did robbery in all my life. RE-ENTER FUNGOSO. FUNG. O, sir Puntarvolo, your dog lies giving up the ghost in the wood-yard. MACI. Heart, is he not dead yet! [ASIDE. PUNT. O, my dog, born to disastrous fortune! pray you conduct me, sir. [EXIT WITH FUNGOSO. SOG. How! did you never do any robbery in your life? MACI. O, this is good! so he swore, sir. SOG. Ay, I heard him: and did you swear true, sir? SHIFT. Ay, as I hope to be forgiven, sir, I never robbed any man; I never stood by the highwayside, sir, but only said so, because I would get myself a name, and be counted a tall man. SOG. Now out, base viliaco! thou my Resolution! I thy Countenance! By this light, gentlemen, he hath confest to me the most inexorable company of robberies, and damn'd himself that he did 'em: you never heard the like. Out, scoundrel, out! follow me no more, I command thee; out of my sight, go, hence, speak not; I will not hear thee: away, camouccio! [EXIT SHIFT. MACI. O, how I do feed upon this now, and fat myself! here were a couple unexpectedly dishumour'd. Well, by this time, I hope, sir Puntarvolo and his dog are both out of humour to travel. [ASIDE.] -- Nay, gentlemen, why do you not seek out the knight, and comfort him? our supper at the Mitre must of necessity hold to-night, if you love your reputations. FAST. 'Fore God, I am so melancholy for his dog's disaster -- but I'll go. SOG. Faith, and I may go too, but I know I shall be so melancholy.