Tw. II, iii, 18.
Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has.
L. 30.
Sir And. Now, a song.
Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you; let's have a song.
Sir And. There's a testril of me too; if one knight give a——
Clown. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay; I care not for good life.