No More Learning

MER. No, no more, Sir.
What ready _Arithmetique_ you haue? doe you heare?
_And then_ Guilt-head.
A pretty mornings worke for you, this? Do it,
You ? hall ha' twenty pound on't.

GVI. Twenty pieces? [135] 155

(PLV. Good Father, do't)

MER. You will hooke ? till? well,
Shew vs your ring.
You could not ha' done this, now
With gentlene? ? e, at fir? t, wee might ha' thank'd you?
But groane, and ha' your courte? ies come from you
Like a hard ? toole, and ? tinke? A man may draw 160
Your teeth out ea? ier, then your money? Come,
Were little _Guilt-head_ heere, no better a nature,
I ? hould ne'r loue him, that could pull his lips off, now!
_He pulls_ Plutarchus _by the lips_.
Was not thy mother a Gentlewoman?

PLV. Yes, Sir.