"You are a pretty pair.

Now there is like to be a pretty three of us." So I walked in, and just as Master Peter was lifting the tankard to his hypocritical face, I caught him a whack on the back which sent him off his chair, choking, and groaning aloud that the end of the world was come.
When they saw who it was, their jaws fell a bit, and Timothy Ryder began to bluster.
"Come, come," said he.

"What do you here?
Who bade you here, pray?
Know you not this place is in the Company's keeping?
Come, make off with you, rascal, or some of us will see you go keep your rogue of a master company." "Hold your peace, beadle," said I, "or you shall swing on the beam over your head.

Here, Peter, get up." Peter rose, purple in face, and not very steady in the knees.
"Now," said I, "tell me, where got you that ale ?" "Indeed, Humphrey, I was invited to it.

I never--" "Where got you that beef and bread ?" "I--oh, dost thou think so ill of me as to suppose--" "That when your master is in gaol, and your mistress and her little ones are homeless, you would come here and gorge your vile paunch with the food that belongs to them?
yes, I suppose every word of it, Peter Stoupe." "But," said he, "I have a right as a 'prentice--" "'Prentice!" shouted I, "you a 'prentice! a mean, chicken-livered, gluttonous sneak like you, a 'prentice! 'fore heaven, you do the craft honour! Come, bustle away with you, and God save my master from such dirty thieves as you." Here Timothy Ryder was foolish enough to laugh; which enraged me past all enduring.
So, beadle and all as he was, I took him by the nape of his neck like a puppy, and flung him into the Strand, bidding him, as he valued his bones, not come within arm's length of me or my master's house till I asked him.