New. I pray thee, Tom Tosspot, is this one of thy men?
Tom. He is a companion of mine now and then.
New. By the faith of my body, such carpenter, such chips,
And as the wise man said, such lettuce, such lips.
For, like master, like man: like tutor, like scholar;
And, like will to like, quoth the Devil to the Collier.
Tom. It is no remedy, for it must needs so be;
Like will to like, you may believe me.
[Philip Fleming entereth with a pot in his hand.
New. Lo, where Philip Fleming cometh even in pudding time!