Volume I Part 30 (1/2)

But thou lubber Imagination, That cuckold thy father, where is he become?

At Newgate doth he lie still at jail?

IMAGINATION.

Avaunt, wh.o.r.eson, thou shalt bear me a stripe; Say'st thou, that my mother was a wh.o.r.e?

FREEWILL.

Nay, sir, but the last night I saw Sir John and she tumbled on the floor.

IMAGINATION.

Now, by c.o.c.k's heart, thou shalt lose an arm.

HICKSCORNER.

Nay, sir, I charge you do him no harm.

IMAGINATION.

And thou make too much, I will break thy head too.

HICKSCORNER.

By Saint Mary, and I wist that, I would be ago.

IMAGINATION.

Aware, aware! the wh.o.r.eson shall aby, His priest will I be, by c.o.c.k's body.

HICKSCORNER.

Keep peace, lest knaves' blood be shed.

FREEWILL.

By G.o.d, if his was nought, mine was as bad.

IMAGINATION.