Rash. And you'l be married you know not when, zownds it were a Christian deed to stoppe thee in thy iourny: hast thou no more spirit in thee, but to let thy tongue betray thee. Sup∣pose I had beene a Constable, you had beene in a fine taking, had you not! Spend. But my still worthy friend, Is there no worse face of ill bent towards me, Then that thou merrily putt'st on.
Now, the tables are turned. Rash brings up the threat of sergeants, but Spendall knows he is not in danger, and it's only words coming out of Rash's mouth that have no effect on him. If the only "face of ill" is Rash teasingly trying to scare him, then he knows he has nothing to worry about, especially compared to and remembering the actual physical and psychological dangers he has faced as a neglected, imprisoned debtor who might have slowly starved on dinnertable scraps.