Villain, what makes thou in her company?

She’s no companion for so base a groom.

Mosbie. Arden, I thought not on her, I came to thee;

But rather than I pocket up this wrong——

Franklin. What will you do, sir?

Mosbie. Revenge it on the proudest of you both. 310

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Arden. So, sirrah; you may not wear a sword,

The statute makes against artificers;

I warrant that I do. Now use your bodkin,

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Your Spanish needle, and your pressing iron,

For this shall go with me; and mark my words,

You goodman botcher, ’tis to you I speak:

The next time that I take thee near my house,

Instead of legs I’ll make thee crawl on stumps.

Mosbie. Ah, Master Arden, you have injured me:

I do appeal to God and to the world. 320

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Franklin. Why, canst thou deny thou wert a botcher once?

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