Mast. You are so strangely alter'd.
We scarce can know you, so young again, and utterly
From that you were, figure, or any favour;
Your friends cannot discern you.
Sesse. I have none,
None but my fair revenge, and let that know me!
You are finely alter'd too.
Boats. To please your humour,
But we may pass without disguise, our living
Was never in their element.
Gun. This Jew sure,
That alter'd you, is a mad knave.
Ses. Oh! a most excellent fellow.
Gun. How he has mew'd your head, has rub'd the snow off,
And run your beard into a peak of twenty.
Boats. Stopt all the crannies in your face.
Mast. Most rarely.
Boats. And now you look as plump, your eies as sparkling,
As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle.
Has he not set your nose awry?
Ses. The better.