GRIM. _It is a trim thing to be wash’d in the court._ WILL. _Their hands are so fine, that they never do hurt._ GRIM. _Me-think ich am lighter than ever ich was._ WILL. _Our shaving in the court hath brought this to pass. With too nidden and too nidden._ JACK. _With too nidden and todle todle doo nidden. Is not Grim the collier most finely_[127] _shaven?_ GRIM. This is trimly done: now chill pitch my coals not far hence, And then at the tavern shall bestow whole tway pence. [_Exit_ GRIM. JACK. Farewell, [by] Cock. Before the collier again do us seek, Let us into the court to part the spoil, share and share [a]like. WILL. Away then. [_Exeunt._ _Here entereth_ GRIM. GRIM. Out alas, where shall I make my moan? My pouch, my benters, and all is gone; Where is that villain that did me shave? H’ ath robbed me, alas, of all that I have. _Here entereth_ SNAP. SNAP. Who crieth so at the court-gate? GRIM. I, the poor collier, that was robbed of late. SNAP. Who robbed thee? GRIM. Two of the porter’s men that did shave me. SNAP. Why, the porter’s men are no barbers. GRIM. A vengeance take them, they are quick carvers. SNAP. What stature were they of? GRIM. As little dapper knaves, as they trimly could scoff. SNAP. They are lackeys, as near as I can guess them. GRIM. Such lackeys make me lack; an halter beswinge them! Cham undone, they have my benters too. SNAP. Dost thou know them, if thou seest them? GRIM. Yea, that I do. SNAP. Then come with me, we will find them out, and that quickly. GRIM. I follow, mast tipstaff; they be in the court, it is likely. SNAP. Then cry no more, come away. [_Exeunt._ _Here entereth_ CARISOPHUS _and_ ARISTIPPUS. CARISOPHUS. If ever you will show your friendship, now is the time, Seeing the king is displeased with me of my part without any crime. ARISTIPPUS. It should appear, it comes of some evil behaviour, That you so suddenly are cast out of favour.