Cokes. Ay, both your hands, for my sake! for you have both done well.
Pup. Damon. Gramercy, pure Pythias.
Pup. Pythias. Gramercy, dear Damon.
Cokes. Gramercy to you both, my pipe and my drum.
Pup. Pythias and Damon. Come, now we’ll together to breakfast to Hero.
Leath. ’Tis well you can now go to breakfast to Hero.
You have given me my breakfast, with a hone and honero.
Cokes. How is’t, friend, have they hurt thee?
Leath. O no:
Between you and I, sir, we do but make show.—