Bas. On either side round Truncheons plaid so thick,
That Shoulders, Chines, nay Flanks were paid to th' quick.
Pas. Well said Lord-General: ha, ha, ha.
Bas. But pray how grew the diff'rence first betwixt you?
Pas. There was never any, Sir; there lies the jest man;
Only because he was taller than his brother;
There's all my quarrel, to him; and methought
He should be beaten for't, my mind so gave me, Sir,
I could not sleep for't: Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Another good jest quickly, while 'tis hot now;
Let me not laugh in vain: ply me, oh ply me,
As you will answer't to my cosin Duke.
Bas. Alas, who has a good jest?
Pas. I fall, I dwindle in't.
Bas. Ten Crowns for a go[o]d jest: ha' you a good jest, Sir?
Enter Servant.
Serv. A pretty moral one.
Bas. Let's ha't, what e'er it be.