Mend. Are not you he that is a kisser of men, in drunkenness, and a betrayer in sobriety?
Alg. Diabolo: they'll rail me into the Gallies again.
Pac. Yes Signior, thou art even he we speak of all this while: thou mayst by thy place now, lay us by the heels: 'tis true: but take heed, be wiser, pluck not ruin on thine own head: for never was there such an Anatomie, as we shall make thee then: be wise therefore, [Oh] thou child of the night! be friends, and shake hands, thou art a proper man, if thy beard were redder: remember thy worshipful function, a Constable; though thou turn'st day into night, and night into day, what of that? watch less and pray more: [gird thy beares skin (viz. thy Rug-gowne) to thy loyes, take thy staffe in thy hand, and goe forth at midnight:] Let not thy mittens abate the talons of thy authority, but gripe theft and whoredom, wheresoever thou meet'st 'em: bear 'em away like a tempest, and lodge 'em safely in thine own house:
Laz. Would you have whores and thieves lodgd in such a house?
Pac. They ever do so: I have found a thief, or a whore there, when the whole Suburbs could not furnish me.
Laz. But why do they lodge there?
Pac. That they may be safe and forth-coming: for in the morning usually, the thief is sent to the Goal, and the whore prostrates her self to the Justice.
Men. Admirable Pachiecho.
Met. Thou Cobler of Christendom.