Quar. Faith, and I will then, for it doth please me exceedingly.
Waspe. No exceedingly neither, sir.
Knock. No, that vapour is too lofty.
Quar. Gentlemen, I do not play well at your game of vapours, I am not very good at it, but—
Cut. [draws a circle on the ground.] Do you hear, sir? I would speak with you in circle.
Quar. In circle, sir! what would you with me in circle?
Cut. Can you lend me a piece, a Jacobus, in circle?
Quar. ’Slid, your circle will prove more costly than your vapours, then. Sir, no, I lend you none.
Cut. Your beard’s not well turn’d up, sir.