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 Face.Rogue, rogue!—out of all your sleights.

Dol.Nay, look ye, sovereign, general, are you madmen?

Sub.O, let the wild sheep loose. I'll gum your silks With good strong water, an you come.

Dol.Will you have The neighbours hear you? will you betray all? Hark! I hear somebody.

Face.Sirrah

Sub.I shall mar All that the tailor has made, if you approach.

Face.You most notorious whelp, you insolent slave, Dare you do this?

Sub.Yes, faith; yes, faith.

Face.Why, who Am I, my mungrel? who am I?

Sub.I'll tell you, Since you know not yourself.

Face.Speak lower, rogue.

Sub.Yes, you were once (time's not long past) the good, Honest, plain, livery-three-pound-thrum, that kept Your master's worship's house here in the Friars, For the vacations

Face.Will you be so loud?