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,[1] that kept
Your master's worship's house here in the Friars,
For the vacations———
Face.Will you be so loud?
- ↑ Three-pound-thrum,] One whose livery was made of the ends of a weaver's warp, (thrums,) or coarse yarn, of which three pounds were sufficient to make him a suit. Whal.
Or does it mean that his livery, which, in those days, was usually laced and badged, cost but three pounds?
mist es membres honleuses de l'animal une figue, presents et voyants les citadins captifs: puis cria de par l'empereur à son de trompe, que quiconques d'iceulx vouldroit la mort évader, arrachast publicquement la figue avec les dents, puis la remist en propre lieu sans aide des mains," Lib. iv. c. 45.
