Fred. The Pox it may be.
John. Would 'twere no worse: ye talk of Revelations,
I have got a Revelation will reveal me
An arrant Coxcomb while I live.
Fred. What is't?
Thou hast lost nothing?
John. No, I have got I tell thee.
John. One of the Infantry, a child.
Fred. How?
John. A chopping child, man.
Fred. 'Give ye joy, Sir.
John. A lump of lewdness Frederick, that's the truth on't:
This Town's abominable.