[He danceth as evil-favoured as may be demised, and in the dancing he falleth down, and when he riseth, he must groan.
New. Rise again, Hance, thou hadst almost got a fall:
But thou dancest trimly, legs and all.
Body of me, Hance, how doth thy belly, canst thou tell?
By the mass, he hath beray'd his breeches, methink by the smell.
Tom. I will help thee up, Hance, give me thy hand. [He riseth.
Hance. By-by mass, ch-ch-chwas almost down, I think ve-verily.
New. Wast thou almost down, Hance? marry, so think I,
But thou art sick, methink by the groaning:
He grunts like a bear, when he is a-moaning.