_Must._ He is the best piece of man's flesh in the market, not an eye-sore in his whole body. Feel his legs, master; neither splint, spavin, nor wind-gall. [_Claps him on the Shoulder._ _Mer._ [_Feeling about him, and then putting his Hand on his Side._] Out upon him, how his flank heaves! The whore-son is broken-winded. _Must._ Thick-breathed a little; nothing but a sorry cold with lying out a-nights in trenches; but sound, wind and limb, I warrant him.--Try him at a loose trot a little. [_Puts the Bridle into his Hand, he strokes him._ _Ant._ For heaven's sake, owner, spare me: you know I am but new broken. _2d Mer._ 'Tis but a washy jade, I see: what do you ask for this bauble? _Must._ Bauble, do you call him? he is a substantial true-bred beast; bravely forehanded. Mark but the cleanness of his shapes too: his dam may be a Spanish gennet, but a true barb by the sire, or I have no skill in horseflesh:--Marry, I ask six hundred xeriffs for him. _Enter_ MUFTI. _Mufti._ What is that you are asking, sirrah? _Must._ Marry, I ask your reverence six hundred pardons; I was doing you a small piece of service here, putting off your cattle for you. _Mufti._ And putting the money into your own pocket. _Must._ Upon vulgar reputation, no, my lord; it was for your profit and emolument. What! wrong the head of my religion? I was sensible you would have damned me, or any man, that should have injured you in a single farthing; for I knew that was sacrifice. _Mufti._ Sacrilege, you mean, sirrah,--and damning shall be the least part of your punishment: I have taken you in the manner, and will have the law upon you. _Must._ Good my lord, take pity upon a poor man in this world, and damn me in the next. _Mufti._ No, sirrah, so you may repent and escape punishment: Did not you sell this very slave amongst the rest to me, and take money for him? _Must._ Right, my lord. _Mufti._ And selling him again? take money twice for the same commodity? Oh, villain! but did you not know him to be my slave, sirrah? _Must._ Why should I lie to your honour? I did know him; and thereupon, seeing him wander about, took him up for a stray, and impounded him, with intention to restore him to the right owner. _Mufti._ And yet at the same time was selling him to another: How rarely the story hangs together! _Must._ Patience, my lord. I took him up, as your herriot, with intention to have made the best of him, and then have brought the whole product of him in a purse to you; for I know you would have spent half of it upon your pious pleasures, have hoarded up the other half, and given the remainder in charities to the poor. _Mufti._ And what's become of my other slave? Thou hast sold him too, I have a villainous suspicion.