CORNEGO
With the wrong side outward …
BALTHAZAR
Shall make the fox a night-cap.
CORNEGO
So the goose talks French to the buzzard.
BALTHAZAR But, Sir, if evil days jostle our prognostication to the wall, then say there's a fire in a whore-masters cod-piece.
CORNEGO
And a poisoned bag-pudding in Tom Thumb's belly.
BALTHAZAR
The first cut be thine. Farewell.
CORNEGO
Is this all?
BALTHAZAR
Would'st not trust an Almanac?
CORNEGO Not a coranta <44> neither, though it were sealed with butter, <45> and yet I know where they both lie passing well.
Enter Lopez.