Knock. He is in the right, and does utter a sufficient vapour.
Cut. Nay, it is no sufficient vapour neither, I deny that.
Knock. Then it is a sweet vapour.
Cut. It may be a sweet vapour.
Waspe. Nay, it is no sweet vapour neither, sir, it stinks, and I’ll stand to it.
Whit. Yes, I tink it dosh shtink, captain: all vapour dosh shtink.
Waspe. Nay, then it does not stink, sir, and it shall not stink.
Cut. By your leave it may, sir.
Waspe. Ay, by my leave it may stink, I know that.
Whit. Pardon me, thou knowesht nothing, it cannot by thy leave, angry man.