Coll. By mass, god-a-marsy, my vreend Nichol!
New. By God, and welcome, gentle Tom Lick-hole!
Coll. Cham glad to zee thee merry, my vreend Nichol.
And how dost nowadays, good Nichol?
New. And nothing else but even plain Nichol?
Coll. I pray thee, tell me how dost, good vreend Lick-hole?
New. It is turn'd from Nichol to Lick-hole with Tom Collier.
I say no more, Tom, but hold thy nose there.
Coll. Nay, hold thy tongue, Nichol, till my nose doth come,