The Prince and the Pauper1937

[John and Hugo have brought the prince - thinking he's Tom - to help them steal from the inn]

John Canty:
Now, remember: if ya don't do like you've been told, we'll put climes on ya! Twenty of 'em! Ya know what climes are? [the prince shakes his head, 'no'] Tell him, Hugo.

Hugo:
They're little bandages, with a bit o' paste on 'em, made o' soap and quicklime and rust off old iron. And when ya takes 'em off there's the nastiest looking sore that ever made a citizen sick. Sores that don't get well, but spread like a disease.

Prince Edward Tudor:
No... no... I'll steal.

John Canty:
Let's get at it then.