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Enter WAGNER[65] and CLOWN. CLOWN. How! my soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, though he would give his soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, CLOWN. How, how, knaves-acre! ay, I thought that was all the land WAGNER. Sirrah boy, come hither. with such pickadevaunts[66] as I have: boy, quotha! your living. though it were blood-raw. CLOWN. Oho, oho, staves-acre! why, then, belike, if I were your for seven years, or I'll turn all the lice about thee into WAGNER. So thou shalt, whether thou beest with me or no. But, WAGNER. No, sirrah; in beaten silk and staves-acre.[69] CLOWN. How, boy! swowns, boy! I hope you have seen many boys his father left him. Do you hear? I would be sorry to rob you of sirrah, leave your jesting, and bind yourself presently unto me man, I should be full of vermin.[70] Qui mihi discipulus?[68] familiars,[71] and they shall tear thee in pieces. CLOWN. How, in verse? WAGNER. Well, wilt thou serve me, and I'll make thee go like 'twere blood-raw! not so, good friend: by'r lady,[67] I had need WAGNER. Tell me, sirrah, hast thou any comings in? WAGNER. Alas, poor slave! see how poverty jesteth in his nakedness! the villain is bare and out of service, and so hungry, that I know have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear. CLOWN. Ay, and goings out too; you may see else. WAGNER. Sirrah, I say in staves-acre.