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That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show;

If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,

Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

E. Ant.

I think thou art an ass.

E. Dro.

Marry, so it doth appear

By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.

I should kick, being kick’d, and being at that pass,

You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.

E. Ant.

Y’ are sad, Signior Balthazar, pray God our cheer

May answer my good will and your good welcome here.

Balth.

I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.

E. Ant.

O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,

A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

Balth.

Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.

E. Ant.

And welcome more common, for that’s nothing but words.

Balth.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.

E. Ant.

Ay, to a niggardly host and more sparing guest:

But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;

Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.