Coo. Nay, boy, I use to take the fairest of my play.
Phi. Dicke Coomes, me thinkes thou art[1652] very pleasant:
When[1653] gotst thou this mirrie humor?
Coo. In your fathers seller, the merriest place in th' house.
Phi. Then you have bene carowsing hard? 120
Coo. Yes, faith, 'tis our custome when your fathers men and we meete.
Phi. Thou art very welcome thether, Dicke.
Coo. By God, I thanke ye, sir, I thanke ye, sir: by God, I have a quart of wine for ye, sir, in any place of the world. There shall not a servingman in Barkeshire fight better for ye then I will do, if you have any quarrell in hand: you shall have the maidenhead of my new sword; I paide a quarters wages for't, by Jesus. 128
Phi. Oh, this meate failer Dicke!
How well t'as made the apparell of his wit, 130