WILL. Are these such[100] great hose? in faith, goodman collier, you see with your nose: By mine honesty, I have but one lining in one hose, but seven ells of rug.[101]
GRIM. This is but a little, yet it makes thee seem a great bug.
JACK. How say you, goodman collier, can you find any fault here?[102]
GRIM. Nay, you should [not] find fau’t, marry, here’s trim gear! Alas, little knave, dost not sweat? thou goest with great pain, These are no hose, but water-bougets,[103] I tell thee plain; Good for none but such as have no buttocks. Did you ever see two such little Robin ruddocks[104] So laden with breeches? chill say no more, lest I offend. Who invented these monsters[105] first, did it to a ghostly end, To have a mail ready to put in other folks’ stuff, We see this evident by daily proof. One preached of late not far hence in no pulpit, but in a wain-cart, That spake enough of this; but for my part, Chill say no more: your own necessity In the end will force you to find some remedy.
JACK. Will,[106] hold this railing knave with a talk, when I am gone: I will fetch him his filling ale for his good sermon. [_Exit._
WILL. Go thy way, Father Grim, gaily well you do say, It is but young men’s folly, that list to play, And mask awhile in the net of their own device; When they come to your age, they will be wise.
GRIM. Bum troth, but few such roisters come to my years at this day; They be cut off betimes, ere they have gone half their journey: I will not tell why: let them guess that can, I mean somewhat thereby.
_Enter_ JACK _with a pot of wine, and a cup to drink on._
JACK. Father Grim, because you are stirring so early, I have brought you a bowl of wine to make you merry.
GRIM. Wine, marry! this is welcome to colliers, chill swap’t off by and by: Chwas stirring so early, that my very soul is dry.
JACK. This is stoutly done: will you have it warmed, Father Grim?
GRIM. No; it is warm enough; it is very lousious[107] and trim. ’Tis musselden,[108] ich ween; of fellowship let me have another spurt, Ich can drink as easily now, as if I satin my shirt.
JACK. By Cock, and you shall have it; but I will begin, and that anon, _Je bois a vous mon compagnon_.[109]
GRIM. _J’ai vous pleigé, petit Zawne._[110]