M. Bar. Why, dost thou not use it?
Nich. Forsooth, as use makes perfectnes, so seldome seene is soone forgotten.
M. Bar. Well said: but goe; it is to master Goursey. 415
Phil. Now, sir, what proverbe have ye to deliver a letter?
Nich. What need you to care? who speakes to you? you may speake when you are spoken to, and keep your winde to coole your pottage. Well, well, you are my maisters sonne, and you looke for his lande; but they that hope for dead mens shooes, may hap to go barefoote: take heed; as soone goes the yong sheep to the pot as the olde. I pray God save my maysters life, for sildome comes the better! 423
Phil. O, he hath given it me! Farewell, proverbes.
Nich. Farewell, frost.[1710] 425
Phil. Shal I fling an old shoe after ye?
Nich. No; you should say, God send faire weather after me!
Phil. I meane for good lucke.