Psyllus. Why, what hast thou lost? 35
Manes. That which I never had,—my dinner!
Psyllus. Foule lubber, wilt thou crie for thy dinner?
Manes. I meane I must crie,—not as one would say "crie," but "crie,"[864] that is, make a noyse.
Psyllus. Why foole, that is all one; for, if thou crie, thou must 40 needs make a noyse.
Manes. Boy, thou art deceived: crie hath divers significations, and may be alluded to many things; knave but one,[865] and can be applyed but to thee.
Psyllus. Profound Manes! 45
Manes. Wee Cynickes are mad fellowes. Didst thou not finde I did quip thee?
Psyllus. No, verily! Why, what's a quip?
Manes. Wee great girders call it a short saying of a sharpe wit, with a bitter sense in a sweet word. 50