No, tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door; but tis enough, twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man, I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague a both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.