Min. O Iesu if I know where abouts in London Babilon stands.
Tuc. Feede and be fat my faire Calipolis, stir not my beauteous wriggle-tailes, Ile disease none of you, Ile take none of you vp, but onely this table-man, I must enter him into some filthy sincke point, I must.
Hor. Captaine, you doe me wrong thus to disgrace me.
Tuc. Thou thinkst thou maist be as sawcy with me as my Buffe Ierkin, to sit vpon me, dost?
Ho. Dam me, if euer I traduc’d your name,
What imputation can you charge me with?
Sir Vau. Sblud, I, what cõputations can you lay to his sarge? answer, or by Sesu Ile canuas your coxcombe Tucky.
Min. If they draw sweet hearts, let vs shift for our selues.
Tuc. My noble swaggerer, I wil not fall out with thee, I cannot my mad Cumrade, finde in my heart to shed thy bloud.
Sir Vau. Cumrade? by Sesu call me Cumrade againe, and Ile Cumrade ye about the sinnes and shoulders; ownds, what come you to smell out heere? did you not dine and feede horribly well to day at dinner, but you come to munch heere, and giue vs winter-plummes? I pray depart, goe marse, marse, marse out a doores.