Hub. Yes, venison, and if you want—
Hig. 'Tis well you understand right, And shall practise daily: you can drink too?
Hub. Soundly.
Hig. And ye dare know a woman from a weathercock?
Hub. If I handle her.
Ger. Now swear him.
Hig. I crown thy nab, with a gag of benbouse, And stall thee by the Salmon into the clows, To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheats; To Mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates, Twang dell's, i' the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin: And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin.
Ger. Now interpret this unto him.
Hig. I pour on thy pate a pot of good ale,
And by the Rogues [oth] a Rogue thee instal:
To beg on the way, to rob all thou meets;
To steal from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets:
And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang,
Let the Constable, Justice, and Devil go hang.
Hig. You are welcom Brother.