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2. The Songe at the shaving of the Colier.

Iacke.
Suche Barbers God send you at all times of neede.

Wyll.
That can dresse you finely, and make such quicke speede.

Iacke.
Your face like an Incorne, new shineth so gay,

Wyll.
That I with your Nostrels of force must needes play:
With too nidden, and too nidden.

Iacke.
With too nidden, and todle todle doo nidden.
Is not Grimme the Colier most finely shauen.


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Wyll.
With shauing you shine lyke a pestle of Porke:

Iacke.
Here is the trimmest Dogges flesh from London to Yorke.

Wyll.
It woulde be trimme Baken to hange up a while,

Iacke.
To play with this Hogline, of force I must smyle,
With too nidden, and too nidden.

Wyll.
With too nidden, and todle, etc.

Grimme.
Your shauing doth please me, I am now your debter.

Wyll.
Your wife now wyll busse you, because you are sweater:

Grimme.
Neare would I be poled, as neare as cham shauen.

Wyll.
Then out of your Ierkin needes must you be shaken.
With too nidden, and too nidden, etc.

Grimme.
It is a trimme thinge to be washt in the Courte.

Wyll.
Their handes are so fine that they neuer doo hurte.

Grimme.
Me thinke ich am lighter than euer ich was.

Wyll.
Our shaueinge in the Courte hath brought this to passe.
With too nidden, and too nidden.

Iacke.
With too nidden and todle todle doo nidden.
Is not Grimme the Colier most finely shauen.

Finis.