Father Grim, if you pray me well,[120] I will wash you and shave you too,
Even after the same fashion as the king’s daughters do:
In all points as they handle Dionysius, I will dress you trim and fine.
Grim. Chuld vain learn that: come on then, chill give thee a whole pint of wine
At tavern for thy labour, when ’cha money for my benters here.
[Here Will fetcheth a barber’s bason, a pot with water,[121] a razor, and cloths, and a pair of spectacles.
Jack. Come, mine own Father Grim, sit down.
Grim. Mass, to begin withal, here is a trim chair.
Jack. What, man, I will use you like a prince. Sir boy, fetch me my gear.
Will. Here, sir.