singing and deafening me like this? Does he wish me to curry his coat for him?

SOS. Assuredly that fellow does not like music.

MERC. For more than a week, I have not found any one whose bones I
could break; my arm will lose its strength in this idleness. I must
look out for some one's back to get my wind again.

SOS. What the deuce of a fellow is this? My heart thrills with
clutching fear. But why should I tremble thus? Perhaps the rogue is
as much afraid as I am, and talks in this way to hide his fear from
me under a feigned audacity. Yes, yes, I will not allow him to think
me a goose. If I am not bold, I will try to appear so. Let me seek
courage by reason; he is alone, even as I am; I am strong, I have a
good master, and there is our house.

MERC. Who goes there?

SOS. I.

MERC. Who, I?

SOS. I. Courage, Sosie!

MERC. Tell me, what is your condition?

SOS. To be a man, and to speak.

MERC. Are you a master, or a servant?