FROTH.
No, indeed.
CLOWN.
Very well; you being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the
stones of the foresaid prunes, —
FROTH.
Ay, so I did indeed.
CLOWN.
Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be remember'd, that
such a one and such a one were past cure of the thing you wot of,
unless they kept very good diet, as I told you, —
FROTH.
All this is true.
CLOWN.
Why, very well then.
ESCALUS.
Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What was done to
Elbow's wife that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what
was done to her.
CLOWN.
Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.
ESCALUS.
No, sir, nor I mean it not.
CLOWN.
Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave. And, I
beseech you, look into Master Froth here, sir, a man of fourscore
pound a-year; whose father died at Hallowmas: — was't not at
Hallowmas, Master Froth?
