Hast thou drunk so much that thy eyes be out?
Lo, how he snoreth like a lazy lout.
Go to him, for he sleepeth sound:
Two such paunches in all England can scant be found.
Philip. Why, Hance, art thou in thy prayers so devoutly?
Awake, man, and we two will quass together stoutly.
Hance. Domine, dominus noster;
Me-think ich a spied three knaves on a cluster.
New. Stay a while, for he sayeth his pater noster.
Hance. Sanctum benedictum, what have I dreamed?