WERTZ: If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
UTLEY: How has the donkey broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
WERTZ: Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
UTLEY: When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than WERTH.
WERTZ: Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
UTLEY: Would thou wert wertz clean enough to spit upon!
WERTZ: A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.
UTLEY: All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
WERTZ: There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.
UTLEY: If I name thee. I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
WERTZ: I would my tongue could rot them off!
UTLEY: Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Choler does kill me that thou art alive; I swound to see thee.
WERTZ: Would thou wouldst burst!
UTLEY: Away, Thou tedious rogue! I am sorry I shall lose A stone by thee. [Throws a stone at him, tears thumb ligament off again]