What would you with me, honest neighbour?

Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that decerns

you nearly.

Brief, I pray you; for you see it is a busy time with me.

Marry, this it is, sir.

Yes, in truth it is, sir.

What is it, my good friends?

Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter: an old man,

sir, and his wits are not so blunt as, God help, I would desire they were;

but, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows.

Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old

man and no honester than I.

Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges.

Neighbours, you are tedious.

It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor Duke’s

officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I

could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

All thy tediousness on me! ah?

Yea, and ’twere a thousand pound more than ’tis;

for I hear as good exclamation on your worship, as of any man in the

city, and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

And so am I.

I would fain know what you have to say.

Marry, sir, our watch tonight, excepting your worship’s

presence, ha’ ta’en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in

Messina.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking; as they say, ‘when

the age is in, the wit is out.’ God help us! it is a world to see!

Well said, i’ faith, neighbour Verges: well, God’s a good man;

and two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind. An honest soul, i’

faith, sir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread; but God is to be

worshipped: all men are not alike; alas! good neighbour.

Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you.

Gifts that God gives.

I must leave you.

One word, sir: our watch, sir, have indeed comprehended two

aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before

your worship.

Take their examination yourself, and bring it me: I am now in

great haste, as may appear unto you.

It shall be suffigance.

Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.

My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband.

I’ll wait upon them: I am ready.

Go, good partner, go get you to Francis Seacoal; bid him bring

his pen and inkhorn to the gaol: we are now to examination these men.

And we must do it wisely.

We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here’s that shall

drive some of them to a non-come: only get the learned writer to set down

our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol.