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