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CLOWN. Staves-acre! that's good to kill vermin: then, belike, I can tell you. CLOWN. Yes, marry, sir; and I thank you too. WAGNER. No, slave; in beaten silk and staves-acre. WAGNER. Well, sirrah, leave your jesting, and take these guilders. WAGNER. So, now thou art to be at an hour's warning, whensoever CLOWN. Belcher! an Belcher come here, I'll belch him: I am not WAGNER. Not I; thou art pressed: prepare thyself, or [41] I will he would give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, are as familiar with me as if they paid for their meat and drink, CLOWN. Not so neither: I had need to have it well roasted, and CLOWN. Nay, sir, you may save [39] yourself a labour, for they and wheresoever the devil shall fetch thee. CLOWN. What, in verse? make thee go like Qui mihi discipulus? years, I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars, and make good sauce to it, if I pay so dear, I can tell you. WAGNER. Why, so thou shalt be, whether thou dost it or no; for, CLOWN. Here, take your guilders again; [40] I'll none of 'em. though it were blood-raw. afraid of a devil. them tear thee in pieces. WAGNER. Sirrah, wilt thou be my man, and wait on me, and I will [Gives money.] presently raise up two devils to carry thee away.--Banio! Belcher! sirrah, if thou dost not presently bind thyself to me for seven if I serve you, I shall be lousy.