Why, masters, do you not know me? the truth to me tell—
All.
No, trust us, not very well.
Ambidexter.
Why, I am Ambidexter, whom many soldiers do love.
Huff.
Gog’s heart, to have thy company needs we must prove.
We must play with both hands with our hostess and host,
Play with both hands, and score on the post,
Now and then with our captain for many a delay,