Mary. Prithee leave laughing.
Thom. Out upon ye, Thomas,
What do you mean to do? I'll call the house up.
O God, I am sure ye will not, shall not serve ye,
For up ye go now and ye were my father.
[Ma.] Your courage will be cool'd anon.
Thom. If it do I'll hang for't,
Yet I'le be quartered here first.
Dor. O fierce Villain.
Ma. What would he do indeed, Doll?
Dor. You had best try him.
Tho. I'll kiss thee ere I come to bed, sweet Mary.
Ma. Prithee leave laughing.
Dor. O for gentle Nicholas.