Pene. No, something else there, good servant.
Goos. Why then here shall be a Camell, and he shall have hornes, and he shall looke for all the World like a maide without a husband.
Hip. O bitter sir Giles.
Ta. Nay he has a drie wit, Ladie, I can tell ye.
Pene. He bobd me there indeed, my Lord.
Fur. Marry him, sweet Lady, to answere his bitter bob.
King. So she maie answere him with hornes indeed.
Eug. See what a pretty worke he weares in his boote-hose.
Hip. Did you worke them your selfe, sir Gyles, or buy them?
Goos. I bought am for nothing, Madam, in th'exchange.