I am so taken, that I cannot stand;
The cramp, the cramp, hath touched me, i-wis;
I shall die without remedy now out of hand.
Gre. By my matins cheese, our master is sick.
Inc. Stand back, Nicol-noddy, with the pudding-prick,
More brains in thy skin than wit in thy brain,
Such Greedy-gut in faith would be flain!
This cramp doth signify nothing in effect;
None of all your counsels he will now reject,
And therefore fear not to make full declaration.