H’ ath robbed me, alas, of all that I have.
Here entereth Snap.
Snap. Who crieth so at the court-gate?
Grim. I, the poor collier, that was robbed of late.
Snap. Who robbed thee?
Grim. Two of the porter’s men that did shave me.
Snap. Why, the porter’s men are no barbers.
Grim. A vengeance take them, they are quick carvers.
Snap. What stature were they of?
Grim. As little dapper knaves, as they trimly could scoff.