id my sight! thy breath's infectious, rogue!
I shun thee as a leprosy, or the plague.
Come hither, Marall, this is the time to work him.

_Mar._ I warrant you, sir.

[_Exit_ Sir Giles Overreach.

_Wellb._ By this light, I think he's mad.

_Mar._ Mad! had you took compassion on yourself,
You long since had been mad.

_Wellb._ You have took a course,
Between you and my venerable uncle,
To make me so.

_Mar._ The more pale-spirited you,
That would not be instructed. I swear deeply.

_Wellb._ By what?

_Mar._ By my religion.

_Wellb._ Thy religion!
The devil's creed: but what would you have done?

_Mar._ Before, like you, I had outliv'd my fortunes,
A withe had serv'd my turn to hang myself.
I am zealous in your cause: 'pray you, hang yourself;
And presently, as you love your credit.

_Wellb._ I thank you.

_Mar._ Will you stay till you die in a ditch?
Or, if you dare not do the fate yourself,
But that you'll put the state to charge and trouble,
Is there no purse to be cut? house to be broken?
Or market-woman, with eggs, that you may murder,
And so despatch the business?

_Wellb._ Here's variety,
I must confess; but I'll accept of none
Of all your gentle offers, I assure you.

_Mar._ If you like not hanging, drown yourself; take some course
For your reputation.

_Wellb._ 'Twill not do, dear tempter,
With all the rhetoric the fiend hath taught you.
I am as far as thou art from despair.
Nay, I have confidence, which is more than hope,
To live, and suddenly, better than ever.

_Mar._ Ha! ha! these castles you build in the air
Will not persuade me, or to give, or lend
A token to you.

_Wellb._ I'll be more kind to thee.
Come, thou shalt dine with me.

_Mar._ With you?

_Wellb._ Nay, more, dine gratis.

_Mar._ Under what hedge, I pray you? or, at whose cost?
Are they padders, or gipsies, that are your consorts?

_Wellb._ Thou art incredulous; but thou shalt dine,
Not alone at her house, but with a gallant lady;
With me, and with a lady.

_Mar._ Lady! what lady?
With the lady of the lake, or queen of fairies?
For I know it must be an enchanted dinner.

_Wellb._ With the Lady Allworth, knave.

_Mar._ Nay, now there's hope
Thy brain is crack'd.

_Wellb._ Mark there, with what respect
I am entertain'd.

_Mar._ With choice, no doubt, of dog-whips.
Why, dost thou ever hope to pass her porter?

_Wellb._ 'Tis not far off, go with me: trust thine own eyes.

_Mar._ Troth, in my hope, or