Nor. Owgh, owgh.
Corp. Now, what's the matter?
1. Wat. Here's the great fat Sow, Corporal.
The Dutchmans Sow, and all the Pigs, brave fat Pigs,
You have been wishing long she would break loose.
Nor. Owgh, owgh.
Cor. 'Tis she indeed, there's a white pig now sucking,
Look, look, do you see it, Sirs?
1. Wat. Yes very well, Sir.
Cor. A notable fat whorson; come two of ye.
Go down with me, we'll have a tickling breakfast.
2. Wat. Let's eat 'em at the Cross.
Cor. There's the best liquor.
Nor. I'll liquor some of ye, ye lazie rogues,
Your minds are of nothing but eating and swilling:
What a sweet Beast they have made of me! a Sow?
Hogg upon hogg, I hear 'em come.