I'll show a limb with any of them! Silks
I'll wear, nor keep my legs in cases more.
I'll learn to dance town-dances, and frequent
Their concerts! Die away at melting strains,
Or seem to do so--far the easier thing,
And as effective quite; leave naught undone
To conquer neighbour Constance.
[Enter LASH.]
Lash. Sir.
Wild. Well, sir?
Lash. So please you, sir, your horse is at the door.
Wild. Unsaddle him again and put him up.
And, hark you, get a tailor for me, sir -
The rarest can be found.
Lash. The man's below, sir,
That owns the mare your worship thought to buy.
Wild. Tell him I do not want her, sir.
Lash. I vow
You will not find her like in Lincolnshire.
Wild. Go to! She's spavined.
Lash. Sir!
Wild. Touched in the wind.
Lash. I trust my master be not touched in the head!
I vow, a faultless beast! [Aside.]
Wild. I want her not,
And that's your answer. Go to the hosier's, sir,
And bid him send me samples of his gear,
Of twenty different kinds.
Lash. I will, sir.--Sir!
Wild. Well, sir.
Lash. Squire Brush's huntsman's here, and says
His master's kennel is for sale.
Wild. The dogs
Are only fit for hanging! -
Lash. Finer bred -
Wild. Sirrah, if more to me thou talkest of dogs,
Horses, or aught that to thy craft belongs,
Thou mayst go hang for me!--A cordwainer
Go fetch me straight--the choicest in the town.
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