I trust that offer would not be forsaken.
But, cousin, because to that office ye are not like to come,
Frequent your exercises, a horn on your thumb,
A quick eye, a sharp knife, at hand a receiver:
But then take heed, cousin, ye be a cleanly conveyor;
Content yourself, cousin, for this banquet you are unfit,
When such as I at the same am not worthy to sit.
Enter King, Queen, Lords, &c.
King.
My queen and lords, to take repast