O. Tai. We must to the wars, my boys.
Ver. How, master, to the wars?
O. Tai. Ay, to the wars, Vermin; what say'st thou to that?
Ver. Nothing, but that I had rather stay at home: O, the good penny-bread at breakfasts that I shall lose! Master, good master, let me alone to live with honest John, noble John Black.
2d Tai. Wilt thou disgrace thy worthy calling, Vermin?
Ver. No, but I am afraid my calling will disgrace me: I shall be gaping for my morning's loaf and dram of ale, I shall; and now and then look for a cabbage-leaf or an odd remnant to clothe my bashful buttocks.
O. Tai. You shall.
Ver. Yes, marry; why, I hope poor Vermin must be fed, and will be fed, or I'll torment you.
Gio. Master, I take privilege from your love to hearten on my fellows.