Val. Wilt thou go eat?
Lan. I scorn meat, I come for rompering, I come to wait upon my charge discreetly; for look you, if you will not take your Mortgage again, here do I lie S' George, and so forth.
Val. And here do I S' George, bestride the Dragon, thus with my Lance.
Lan. I sting, I sting with my tail.
Val. Do you so, do you so, Sir? I shall tail you presently.
Fran. By no means, do not hurt him.
Val. Take this Nelson, and now rise, thou Maiden Knight of Malllgo, lace on thy Helmet of inchanted Sack, and charge again.
Lan. I'le play no more, you abuse me, will you go?
Fran. I'le bid you good morrow, Brother, for sleep I cannot, I have a thousand fancies.
Val. Now thou art arrived, go bravely to the matter, and do something of worth, Frank.