But I warrant you this razor is very easy.
Grim. Go to, then; since you begun, do as [it] please ye.
Jack. Hold up, Father Grim.
Grim. O, your razor doth hurt my lip.
Jack. No, it scrapeth off a pimple to ease you of the pip.
I have done now, how say you? are you not well?
Grim. Cham lighter than ich was, the truth to tell.
Jack. Will you sing after your shaving?
Grim. Mass, content; but chill be poll’d first, ere I sing.
Jack. Nay, that shall not need; you are poll’d near enough for this time.