Lucio.

If the Duke, with the other Dukes, come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the Dukes fall upon the King.

1 Gent.

Heav'n grant us its peace, but not the King of Hungary's.

2 Gent.

Amen.

Lucio.

Thou conclud'st like the sanctimonious pyrat, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scrap'd one out of the table.

2 Gent.

Thou shalt not steal?

Lucio.

Ay, that he raz'd.

1 Gent.

Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from their functions; they put forth to steal: there's not a soldier of us all, that in the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for Peace.

2 Gent.

I never heard any soldier dislike it.

Lucio.

I believe thee: for I think thou never wast where grace was said.

2 Gent.

No? a dozen times at least.

1 Gent.

What? in meeter?

Lucio.

In any proportion, or in any language.

1 Gent.

I think, or in any religion.

Lucio.

Ay, why not? grace, is grace, despight of all controversie; as for example, thou thy self art a wicked villain, despight of all grace.

1 Gent.

Well; there went but a pair of sheers between us.

Lucio.

I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.

1 Gent.

And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet; thou'rt a three-pil'd piece I warrant thee: I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?

Lucio.

I think thou dost; and indeed with most painful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.

1 Gent.

I think I have done my self wrong, have I not?

2 Gent.

Yes, that thou hast; whether thou art tainted, or free.