Hen. Are these they
That vex mine Aunt so? can these fight? they look
Like empty scabbards, all, no mettle in 'em,
Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orchards;
Why, I dare fight with these.
Car. That's my good chicken. And how do ye?
How do you feel your stomachs?
Jud. Wondrous apt, Sir,
As shall appear when time calls.
Car. That's well, down wi'th't,
A little grace will serve your turns: eat softly,
You'll choak ye knaves else: give 'em Wine.
Jud. Not yet, Sir,
We're even a little busie.
Hen. Can that fellow
Do any thing but eat? thou fellow.
Jud. Away boy,
Away, this is no boys play.
Hen. By ——, Uncle,
If his valour lie in's teeth, he's the most valiant.
Car. I am glad to hear ye talk, Sir,
Hen. Good Uncle tell me,
What's the price of a couple of cramm'd Romans?