2. Peach, Oh disgrace! Peach in thy face, and doe the worst thou canst: I am a true-man, and a free-man: peach!
1. Nay, look, you will spoil all.
2. Peach!
1. Whilst you two brawl together, the Prince will lose his life.
3. Come, give me your hand, I love you well, are you for the action?
2. Yes: but Peach provokes me, 'tis a cold fruit, I feel it cold in my stomach still.
3. No more, I'll give you Cake to digest it.
Enter the Fourth.
4. Shut up my shop, and be ready at a call boys, and one of you run over my old tuck with a few ashes, 'tis grown odious with tosting Cheese: and burn a little Juniper in my Murrin, the Maid made it her Chamber-pot: an hour hence I'll come again; and as you hear from me, send me a clean shirt.