Mich. Yes forsooth Mother and grace of God.
Mist. Mer. That's a good boy.
Wife. I'faith it's a fine spoken child.
Jasp. Mother, though you forget a Parents love,
I must preserve the duty of a child:
I ran not from my Master, nor return
To have your stock maintain my idleness.
Wife. Ungracious child I warrant him, harke how he chops Logick with his Mother: thou hadst best tell her she lies, do, tell her she lies.
Cit. If he were my son, I would hang him up by the heels, and flea him, and salt him, whorson halter-sack.
Jasp. My coming only is to beg your love,
Which I [must] ever though I never gain it,
And howsoever you esteem of me,
There is no drop of bloud hid in these veins,
But I remember well belongs to you,
That brought me forth; and would be glad for you
To rip them all again, and let it out.
Mist. Mer. I'faith I had sorrow enough for thee: (God knows) but I'll hamper thee well enough: get thee in thou vagabond, get thee in, and learn of thy brother Michael.
Old Mer. within. Nose, Nose, jolly red Nose, and who gave thee this jolly red Nose?
Mist. Mer. Hark my Husband he's singing and hoiting,
And I'm fain to cark and care, and all little enough.
Husband, Charles, Charles Merry-thought.