Fra. Give it me (Gill.)
I will not fear to give it to the King:
To his own hands (God bless him) will I give it,
And he shall set the Law upon their shoulders,
And hang 'em all that had a hand in it.
Gill. Where's your Son?
Fra. He shall be hang'd in flitches:
The Dogs shall eat him in Lent, there's Cats-meat
And Dogs-meat enough about him.
Gill. Sure the poor Girl is the Counts whore by this time.
Fra. If she be the Counts whore, the whores Count
Shall pay for it: He shall pay for a new Maiden-head.
Gill. You are so violous: this I'm resolv'd,
If she be a whore once, I'll renounce her,
You know, if every man had his right,
She's none of our child, but a meer foundling,
(And I can guess the owner for a need too)
We have but foster'd her.
Fra. Gill. no more of that,
I'll cut your tongue out, if you tell those tales.
Hark, hark, these Toaters tell us the King's coming:
Get you gone; I'll see if I can find him. [Exeunt.
Enter Lisauro, Tersa, Pedro, and Moncado.
Lis. Does the King remove to day?
Ter. So saies the Harbengers,
And keeps his way on to Valentia,
There ends the progress.