CORPORAL. Aye, thou Church-peeling, thou Holy-paring, religious outside, thou! if thou hadst any grace in thee, thou would’st visit him, relieve him, swear to get him out.
NICHOLAS. Assure you, Corporal, indeed-lam tis the first time I heard on’t.
CORPORAL. Why do’t now, then, Marmaset: bring forth thy yearly-wages, let not a Commander perish!
SIMON.
But, if he be one of the wicked, he shall perish.
NICHOLAS. Well, Corporal, I’ll e’en them along with you, to visit my Kinsman: if I can do him any good, I will,—but I have nothing for him. Simon Saint Mary Ovaries and Frailty, pray make a lie for me to the Knight my Master, old Sir Godfrey.
CORPORAL.
A lie? may you lie then?
FRAILTY.
O, aye, we may lie, but we must not swear.
SIMON. True, we may lie with our Neighbor’s wife, but we must not swear wedid so.
CORPORAL.
Oh, an excellent Tag of religion!
NICHOLAS. Oh Simon, I have thought upon a sound excuse; it will go currant: say that I am gone to a Fast.