Jack. Then follow me, and hem in a word now and then—
What brawling knave is there at the court-gate so early?
Will. It is some brainsick villain, I durst lay a penny.
Jack. Was it you,[95] sir, that cried so loud, I trow,
And bid us take in coals for the king’s mouth even now?
Grim. ’Twas I, indeed.
Jack. Why, sir, how dare you speak such petty treason?
Doth the king eat coals at any season?
Grim. Here is a gay world! boys now sets old men to school.
I said well enough: what, Jack-sauce, think’st cham a fool?