Come hither sirrah boy.

Sirrah, hast thou no comings in?

Alas poor slave. See how poverty jests in his naked-

ness. I know the villain's out of service and so hungry

that I know he would give his soul to the devil for a shoul-

der of mutton, though it were blood raw.

Sirrah, wilt thou be my man and wait on me? And

I will make thee go, like Qui mihi discipulus.

No, slave, in beaten silk, and stavesacre.

Why, so thou shalt be, whether thou dost it or no.

For, sirrah, if thou dost not presently bind thyself to me for

seven years, I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars,

and make them tear thee in pieces.

Well, sirrah, leave your jesting, and take these guilders.

So, now thou art to be at an hour's warning,

whensoever and wheresoever the devil shall fetch thee.

Not I. Thou art pressed. Prepare thyself, for I will

presently raise up two devils to carry thee away: Banio,

Belcher!

How now, sir, will you serve me now?

Spirits, away! Now, sirrah, follow me.

Ay, sirrah, I'll teach thee to turn thyself to a dog,

or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or anything.

Villain, call me master Wagner, and see that you

walk attentively, and let your right eye be always Dia-

metrically fixed upon my left heel, that thou may'st, Quasi vesti-

gias nostras insistere.