“Smith. Why, sir, there was a god of our occupation; and I charge you by vertue of his godhed to let me deliuer the petition.
“Cob. But soft you; your God was a Cuckold, and his Godhead was the horne; and thats the Armes of the Godhead you call vpon. Go, you are put down with your occupation; and now I wil not grace you so much as to deliuer the petition for you.
“Smith. What, dispraise our trade?
“Cob. Nay, neighbour, be not angrie, for Ile stand to nothing onlie but this.
“Smith. But what? bear witnesse a giues me the But, and I am not willing to shoot. Cobler, I will talke with you: nay, my bellowes, my coletrough, and my water shall enter armes with you for our trade. O neighbour, I can not beare it, nor I wil not beare it.
“Mil. Heare you, neighbour; I pray conswade yourself and be not wilful, and let the Cobler deliuer it; you shal see him mar all.
“Smith. At your request I will commit my selfe to you, and lay myselfe open to you lyke an Oyster.
“Mil. Ile tell him what you say. Heare you, naighbor: we haue constulted to let you deliuer the petition; doe it wisely for the credite of the towne.
“Cob. Let me alone; for the Kings Carminger was here, he sayes the King will be here anon.
“Smith. But heark, by the Mas he comes.