Boors. 'Tis most true Sir.
Hig. Is not the man, an honest man?
Boors. Yes truly.
Hig. A liberal Gentleman? and as ye are true rascals Tell me but this, have ye not been drunk, and often, At his charge?
Boors. Often, often.
Hig. There's the point then, They have cast themselves, Brother Prig.
Prig. A shrewd point, Brother.
Hig. Brother, proceed you now; the cause is open, I am some what weary.
Prig. Can you do these things? You most abhominable stinking Rascals, You turnip-eating Rogues.
Boors. We are truly sorry.