Dol. Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blewBottel'd Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kirtles
Off. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come
Host. O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel
of sufferance, comes ease
Dol. Come you Rogue, come:
Bring me to a Iustice
Host. Yes, come you staru'd Blood-hound
Dol. Goodman death, goodman Bones
Host. Thou Anatomy, thou
Dol. Come you thinne Thing:
Come you Rascall
Off. Very well.
Exeunt.