Cit. Here Love.
Wife. This old fornicating fellow will not out of my mind yet; Gentlemen, I'll begin to you all, I desire more of your acquaintance, with all my heart. Fill the Gentlemen some beer George.
Finis Actus Tertii. Musick.
Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.
Boy danceth.
Wife. Look George, the little boy's come again, methinks he looks something like the Prince of Orange in his long stocking, if he had a little harness about his neck. George, I will have him dance Fading; Fading, is a fine Jig I'll assure you Gentlemen: begin brother, now a capers sweet heart, now a turn a th' toe, and then tumble: cannot you tumble youth?
Boy. No indeed forsooth.
Wife. Nor eat fire?
Boy. Neither.