JACK. It is a razor, and that a very good one; It came lately from Palermo,[124] it cost me twenty crowns alone. Your eyes dazzle after your washing, these spectacles put on: Now view this razor, tell me, is it not a good one? GRIM. They be gay barnacles, yet I see never the better. JACK. Indeed they be a young sight, and that is the matter; But I warrant you this razor is very easy. GRIM. Go to, then; since you begun, do as [it] please ye. JACK. Hold up, Father Grim. GRIM. O, your razor doth hurt my lip. JACK. No, it scrapeth off a pimple to ease you of the pip. I have done now, how say you? are you not well? GRIM. Cham lighter than ich was, the truth to tell. JACK. Will you sing after your shaving? GRIM. Mass, content; but chill be poll’d first, ere I sing. JACK. Nay, that shall not need; you are poll’d near enough for this time. GRIM. Go to then lustily, I will sing in my man’s voice: Chave a troubling base buss. JACK. You are like to bear the bob, for we will give it: Set out your bussing base, and we will quiddle upon it. [GRIM _singeth Buss_. JACK _sings_. Too nidden and too nidden. WILL _sings_. Too nidden and toodle toodle doo nidden; Is not Grim the collier most finely shaven? GRIM. Why, my fellows, think ich am a cow, that you make such toying? JACK. Nay, by ’r Lady, you are no cow, by your singing; Yet your wife told me you were an ox. GRIM. Did she so? ’tis a pestens quean,[125] she is full of such mocks. But go to, let us sing out our song merrily. _The Song at the shaving of the Collier._ JACK. _Such barbers God send you at all times of need._ WILL. _That can dress you [so] finely, and make such quick speed;_ JACK. _Your face like an inkhorn now shineth so gay--_ WILL. _That I with your nostrils of force must needs play, With too nidden and too nidden._ JACK. _With too nidden and todle todle doo nidden. Is not Grim the collier most finely shaven?_ WILL. _With shaving you shine like a pestle of pork._[126] JACK. _Here is the trimmest hog’s flesh from London to York._ WILL. _It would be trim bacon to hang up awhile._ JACK. _To play with this hoglin of course I must smile, With too nidden and too nidden._ WILL. _With too nidden and todle, &c._ GRIM. _Your shaving doth please me, I am now your debtor._ WILL. _Your wife now will buss you, because you are sweeter._ GRIM. _Near would I be polled, as near as cham shaven._ WILL. _Then out of your jerkin needs must you be shaken. With too nidden and too nidden, &c._