“But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin! peace, thou fiend!
Glou. What, hath your Grace no better company?
Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
Modo he's call'd, and Mahu. Glou. Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,
That it doth hate what gets it. Edg. Poor Tom 's acold.