HARPOOLE.
O, do you sir me now? all's one for that: but I'll make
you eat it, for bringing it.

SUMNER.
I cannot eat it.

HARPOOLE.
Can you not? sblood I'll beat you until you have a
stomach.

[He beats him.]

SUMNER.
O hold, hold, good master serving-man! I will eat it.

HARPOOLE.
Be champing, be chawing, sir; or I'll chaw you, you
rogue! the purest of the honey! Tough wax is the
purest of the honey.

SUMNER.
O Lord, sir! oh! oh!

[He eats.]

HARPOOLE.
Feed, feed! wholesome, rogue, wholesome! Cannot you,
like an honest Sumner, walk with the devil your brother,