And one of my guard he is now become.
Well, Hance, well, thou wast once a white son![347]
New. Now, so God help me, thou art a pretty fellow, Hance;
A clean-legged gentleman, and as proper a paunch,
As any I know between this and France.
Hance. Yes, by-by-by God, ich co'd once dance.
New. I speak of no dancing, little-bellied Hance;
But, seeing thou say'st thou canst so well dance,
Let me see where thou canst dance lively.
Hance. Tha-tha-that ca-ca-can I do vull trimly.