[The villagers retire severally.]
[Enter WILLIAM, L.]
Will. So this publican hath ceased to be a sinner! To think now of old sophisticate Gurton being called Hezekiah Newborn. Gadso, he babbles of salvation like the tap his boy left running this morning to see the troop of cavaliers go by. Yet I marked the unregenerate Gurton swore round ere Newborn found his voice to upbraid sourly as becomes a saint. He hath been more civil since I heard him. O Newborn, how utterly shalt thou be damned!
[Enter HOST.]
Host. The Lord be with thee, young man. It did seem to me that thou wert discoursing aloud in prayer. Doth thy master desire any creature-comfort?
Will. Master Gurton! thy belly hath kept pace with thy righteousness.
Host. Ha! Who told thee my carnal name? I prithee abstain. It doth remind me of the bonds of the flesh.
Will. Simply, thou art known to me. I am William Nutbrown.
Host. Nay! What, mine own friend Will, that had his bastard fathered on me? Why, he was a youth!
Will. He was! A youth of promise. Behold the fulfilment in these legs, this manly bosom!