At bakehouse, butt’ry-hatch, kitchen, and cellar,
Do[96] they not say for the king’s mouth?
Will. What, then, goodman collier?
Grim. What, then! seeing without coals thee cannot finely dress the king’s meat,
May I not say, take in coals for the king’s mouth, though coals he do not eat?
Jack. James Christe! came ever from a collier an answer so trim?
You are learned, are you not, father Grim?
Grim. Grim is my name indeed, cham not learned, and yet the king’s collier:
This vorty winter cha been to the king a servitor,
Though I be not learned, yet cha mother-wit enough, whole and some.