2. I would he had been used thus
Ten year agoe; we might have thought we had children.
3. O, that Sir Nicholas now our Priest were here,
What a sweet Homily would he say over him,
For ringing all in, with his wife in the Bell-frey!
He would stand up stiffe girt, now pounce him lightly
And as he roars, and rages, let's go deeper:
Come near: you are dim-ey'd: on with your spectacles.
Rod. O, what torments me thus? what slaves, what villains?
O spare me, do not murther me.
3. We'l but tickle ye,
You have tickled us at all points.
4. Where are his Emblemes?
Enter Pedro.
Rod. As ye are men, and Christians.
2. Yes we hear ye,
And you shall hear of us too.
Rod. O no mercy.
Ped. What noise is this? what roar? I cannot find her,
She is got free again: but where, or which way?