Cokes. Brave! he will swim over the Thames, and tread his goose to-night, he says.
Leath. Ay, peace, sir, they’ll be angry if they hear you eavesdropping, now they are setting their match.
Pup. Lean. But lest the Thames should be dark, my goose, my dear friend,
Let thy window be provided of a candle’s end.
Pup. Hero. Fear not, my gander, I protest I should handle
My matters very ill, if I had not a whole candle.
Pup. Lean. Well then, look to’t, and kiss me to boot.
Leath. Now here come the friends again, Pythias and Damon,
And under their clokes they have of bacon a gammon.
Pup. Pythias. Drawer, fill some wine here.