Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put offs cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court. But, for me, I have an answer will serve all men.
Count. Marry, thats a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
Clo. It is like a barbers chair that fits all buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tibs rush for Toms forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nuns lip to the friars mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Do you cry, O Lord, sir! at your whipping, and Spare not me? Indeed your O Lord, sir! is very sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to t.
Clo. I neer had worse luck in my life in my O Lord, sir! I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.