A withered seruingman, a fresh Tapster:
Follow him Bardolfe.
Bar. I will sir, Ile warrant you Ile make a good shift to liue.
Exit Bardolfe.
20 Pis. O bace gongarian wight, wilt thou the spicket willd?
Nym. His minde is not heroick. And theres the humor of it.
Fal. Well my Laddes, I am almost out at the heeles.
Pis. Why then let cybes insue.
Nym. I thanke thee for that humor.
III. 25 Fal. Well I am glad I am so rid of this tinder Boy.