Friar. And I am the friar who so corpulent a belly bore.
Apothecary. And that is why poor skinny I have none at all.
Romeo. I'm the resurrection man of buried bodies amorous.
Falstaff. I'm fagg'd to death, and out of breath, and am for quiet clamorous,
For though my paunch is round and staunch, I ne'er begin to fill it ere I
Feel that I have no stomach left for entertainment military.
Omnes. Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday,
Glory to tomfoolery. Huzza! huzza! [Exeunt dancing.