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STROBILUS and LYCONIDES.
STROBILUS.
Nay, kill me, if you please, you'll never get
From me the old man's pot of four pounds weight,
Which I have not.

Lyc.
I warrant you, I get it,
Whether you will or no, when neck and heels
I have you tuck'd up to a beam.—But why
Do I not rush upon the rascal's jaws,
And force his breath out by the backward way?
Say, will you give it me or no?

Strob.
I will.

Lyc.
You will?—But give it now, not sometime hence.

Strob.
I'll give it you this instant;—but I pray you,
Let me recover breath.—Ah! ah! good master,
What would you have me give?

Lyc.
You know not, rascal?
And you will dare deny the pot of gold
Of four pounds weight, which you confess'd just now,
That you had stolen?—Hoa! where are my Slaves?

Strob.
Hear me awhile.

Lyc.
I will not hear.—Hoa, Slaves!