Will. Yea, sir; are we not pretty men?
Grim. Pretty men, quoth you? nay, you are strong men, else you could not bear these breeches.
Will. Are these such[100] great hose? in faith, goodman collier, you see with your nose:
By mine honesty, I have but one lining in one hose, but seven ells of rug.[101]
Grim. This is but a little, yet it makes thee seem a great bug.
Jack. How say you, goodman collier, can you find any fault here?[102]
Grim. Nay, you should [not] find fau’t, marry, here’s trim gear!
Alas, little knave, dost not sweat? thou goest with great pain,
These are no hose, but water-bougets,[103] I tell thee plain;
Good for none but such as have no buttocks.