Wit. De-uile, what property is there moſt required I’ your conceit, now, in the Eſcudero? 200
They begin their Catechiſme.
Fit. Why doe you not speake?
Pvg. A ſetled diſcreet paſe, Madame.
Wit. I thinke, a barren head, Sir, Mountaine-like, To be expos’d to the cruelty of weathers—
Fit. I, for his Valley is beneath the waſte, Madame, And to be fruitfull there, it is ſufficient. 205 Dulneſſe vpon you! Could not you hit this?
Pvg. Good Sir—
He ſtrikes him.
Wit. He then had had no barren head. You daw him too much, in troth, Sir.
Fit. I muſt walke With the French ſticke, like an old vierger for you.