Grimes. You beate the Bawd downe with the Chamber dore and bade her keepe that for the Reckoning.
Lov. Umh, there was witt in my drinke, I perceive; on.
Grimes. Then, sir, you tooke up a Spitt.
Lov. A Spitt?
Grimes. Yes, sir, and broacht one of the wenches out.
Lov. How?
Grimes. Oh, sir, you made such a hole in her bakside[91] you might have turnd— [Blows his nose.
Lov. What? thy nose int?
Grimes. Had I been there it had been at your service.
Lov. Thanke thee; thou shouldst have lost nothing by it.