Coo. I, before God, are they.
Fra. And wherefore came not you to call me, then?
Coo. Because I was loth to change my game.
Fra. What game? 150
Coo. You were at one sort of bowles, as I was at another.
Phi. Sirra, he meanes the buttery bowles of beere.
Coo. By God, sir, we tickled it.
Fra. Why, what a swearing keepes this drunken asse!—
Canst thou not say but sweare at every word? 155