Sirra, you that prate [105] Thus sawcily, what are you? Rom. Why Ile tell you, Thou purple-colour’d man, I am one to whom Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. Why Ile tell you, Thou purple-colour’d man, I am one to whom Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. Charmi. Forbeare. Forbeare. Rom. The nose thou wearst, is my gift, and those eyes [110] That meete no obiect so base as their Master, Had bin, long since, torne from that guiltie head, And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse, Had I not worne a sword, and vs’d it better Then in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue. [115] The nose thou wearst, is my gift, and those eyes [110] That meete no obiect so base as their Master, Had bin, long since, torne from that guiltie head, And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse, Had I not worne a sword, and vs’d it better Then in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue. [115] Nou. Se. Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht? Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht? Charmi. Heere mee. Heere mee.