He is a very fool that cannot gain by the king.
Will. Well said, Father Grim: you are a wily collier and a brave,
I see now there is no knave like to the old knave.
Grim. Such knaves have money, when courtiers have none.
But tell me, is it true that abroad is blown?
Jack. What is that?
Grim. Hath the king made those fair damsels his daughters,
To become now fine and trim barbers?
Jack. Yea, truly, to his own person.
Grim. Good fellows, believe me, as the case now stands,