Boy. But it was in a quarrelsome way; Whereupon I was as stout, and ask'd him who made him an examiner?
Dough. Ah good Boy.
Mil. In that he was my Sonne.
Boy. He told me he would know or beat it out of me,
And I told him he should not, and bid him doe his worst;
And to't we went.
Dough. In that he was my sonne againe, ha boy; I see him at it now.
Boy. We fought a quarter of an houre, till his sharpe nailes made my eares bleed.
Dough. O the grand Divell pare 'em.
Boy. I wondred to finde him so strong in my hands, seeming but of mine owne age and bignesse, till I looking downe, perceived he had clubb'd cloven feet like Oxe feet; but his face was as young as mine.
Dought. A pox, but by his feet, he may be the Club-footed Horse-coursers father, for all his young lookes.
Boy. But I was afraid of his feet, and ran from him towards a light that I saw, and when I came to it, it was one of the Witches in white upon a Bridge, that scar'd me backe againe, and then met me the Boy againe, and he strucke me and layd mee for dead.