SIR EPICURE MAMMON
Madam, with your pardon, I kiss your vesture.
DOL COMMON
Sir, I were uncivil If I would suffer that; my lip to you, sir.
SIR EPICURE MAMMON
I hope my lord your brother be in health, lady.
DOL COMMON
My lord, my brother is, though I no lady, sir. FACE
ASIDE
. Well said, my Guinea bird.