Enter Clown with a cudgel, and beats him in again.
Clown. A nasty rogue, when a man's asleep,
To come and do it just in his mouth! I'll swinge ye.
Ping. O, hold, good sir, 'twas the violence of my physic;
Would my paunch were out, if I saw you!
Phil. Hold,
What do ye mean to beat a
Gentleman thus?
Clown. Let
Him learn more manners, then, against next time.
Ping. O Mistress Mirida, I have been purg'd
And beaten most extremely for your sake;
Sure, I'm lean enough now to marry you.
Mir. That I cannot tell; but I have the measure
In my pocket of what compass you were
About when you first were in love with me,
And also the measure to that you must
Fall before I marry you. Here was your full
Bigness, which was three yards about: let me see;
You are fallen a yard.
Ping. Well, and won't you marry me then?
Mir. That you'll see presently; for here's the measure
Must compass you about before I do.
This wants a yard yet.
Ping. Well, and d'ye think it's possible
For me ever to become such a grig
As that measure will meet about me?
Why, to do that you must embowel me, and then
Shave the remaining rolls of fat off from
My melting sides.