Nano. Agree, my masters; every man to his height: though I stand lowest, I hope to get the best master.
And. Ere I will stoop to a thistle, I will change turns; as good luck comes on the right hand as the left: here's for me.
Slip. And me.
Nano. And mine. [They set up their bills.
And. But tell me, fellows, till better occasion come, do you seek masters?
Slip. Nano. We do.
And. But what can you do worthy preferment?
Nano. Marry, I can smell a knave from a rat.
Slip. And I can lick a dish before a cat.