_Must._ Thick-breathed a little; nothing but a sorry cold with lying
out a-nights in trenches; but sound, wind and limb, I warrant
him.--Try him at a loose trot a little. [_Puts the Bridle into his
Hand, he strokes him._
_Ant._ For heaven's sake, owner, spare me: you know I am but new
broken.
_2d Mer._ 'Tis but a washy jade, I see: what do you ask for this
bauble?
_Must._ Bauble, do you call him? he is a substantial true-bred beast;
bravely forehanded. Mark but the cleanness of his shapes too: his dam
may be a Spanish gennet, but a true barb by the sire, or I have no
skill in horseflesh:--Marry, I ask six hundred xeriffs for him.
_Enter_ MUFTI.
_Mufti._ What is that you are asking, sirrah?
_Must._ Marry, I ask your reverence six hundred pardons; I was doing
you a small piece of service here, putting off your cattle for you.
_Mufti._ And putting the money into your own pocket.
_Must._ Upon vulgar reputation, no, my lord; it was for your profit
and emolument. What! wrong the head of my religion? I was sensible you
would have damned me, or any man, that should have injured you in a
single farthing; for I knew that was sacrifice.
_Mufti._ Sacrilege, you mean, sirrah,--and damning shall be the least
part of your punishment: I have taken you in the manner, and will have
the law upon you.
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