Kite. Hey, boys! thus we soldiers live! drink, sing, dance, play;—we live, as one should say—we live—'tis impossible to tell how we live—we are all princes—why, why you are a king—you are an emperor, and I'm a prince—now, an't we?
Tho. No serjeant, I'll be no emperor.
Kite. No!
Tho. I'll be a justice of peace.
Kite. A justice of peace, man!
Tho. Ay, wauns will I; for since this pressing act, they are greater than any emperor under the sun.
Kite. Done; you are a justice of peace, and you are a king, and I am a duke, and a rum duke, an't I?
Cost. I'll be a queen.
Kite. A queen.
Cost. Ay, of England, that's greater than any king of them all.