Cit. Why this is well Cunnie: but if Ralph were hot once: thou shouldst see more.
Wife. The Fidlers go again Husband.
Cit. I Nell, but this is scurvy Musick: I gave the whoreson gallows money, and I think he has not got me the Waits of Southwark, if I hear him not anan, I'll twinge him by the ears.
[You] Musicians play Baloo.
Wife. No good George, let's ha Lachrymæ.
Cit. Why this is it Cunny.
Wife. It's all the better George: now sweet Lamb, what story is that painted upon the cloth? the confutation of Saint Paul?
Cit. No Lamb, that's Ralph and Lucrece.
Wife. Ralph and Lucrece? which Ralph? our Ralph?
Cit. No Mouse, that was a Tartarian.