We shall know all now, for in Vino veritas.
Father Grim, who accused this Damon to King Dionysius?
Grim. A vengeance take him! ’twas a gentleman, one Master Crowsphus.
Will. Crowsphus! you clip the king’s language, you would have said Carisophus.
But I perceive now either the wind is at the south,
Or else your tongue cleaveth to the roof of your mouth.
Grim. A murrain take thilk wine, it so intoxicate my brain,
That to be hanged by and by I cannot speak plain.
Jack. You speak knavishly plain, seeing my master you do mock:
In faith, ere you go, I will make you a lobcock.