Nis. You will not, or you do not see the need
That makes this just to the world?
Dor. I cannot tell, I would be loth to feel it:
But the best is, she loves not proper men, we three
Were in wise cases else: but make me know this need.
[N]is. Why yes: He being taken away, this base incontinence dyes presently, and she must see her shame and sorrow for it.
Dor. Pray God she do: but was the Sprat beheaded, Or did they swing him about like a chickin, and so break his neck?
Agen. Yes, he was beheaded, and a solemn Justice made of it.
Dor. That might have been deducted.
Agenor. Why how would you have had him dyed?
Dori. Faith I would have had him rosted like a warden in a brown paper, and no more talk on't: or a feather stuck in's head, like a Quail: or a hanged him in a Dog-coller: what should he be beheaded? we shall have it grow so base shortly, Gentlemen will be out of love with it.
Nis. I wonder from whence this of the Dwarf's first sprung?
Dor. From an old leacherous pair of breeches that lay upon a wench to keep her warm: for certainly they are no mans work: and I am sure a Monkey would get one of the guard to this fellow, he was no bigger than a small Portmanteu, and much about that making if'tad legs.