Bell. What? you pied curtal,[151] what’s that you are neighing?
Rog. I say God send us the light of Heaven, or some more angels.
Bell. Go fetch some wine, and drink half of it.
Rog. I must fetch some wine, gentlemen, and drink half of it.
Flu. Here Roger.
Cas. No, let me send, prithee.
Flu. Hold, you cankerworm.
Rog. You shall send both, if you please, signors.
Pio. Stay, what’s best to drink a’ mornings?