Rud. Dinner and supper together, whens that troe?
Goos. A will come you in amongst us, with his Cloake buttond, loose under his chinne.
Rud. Buttond loose, my Lord?
Goos. I my Lord, buttond loose still, and both the flaps cast over before both his shoulders afore him.
Rud. Both shoulders afore him?
Fur. From before him he meanes; forth good sir Gyles.
Goos. Like a potentate, my Lord?
Rud. Much like a Potentate indeed.
Goos. For all the world like a Potentate, sir Cut. ye know.
Rud. So Sir.