Trice. No great matter, say'st thou? 'Faith, but it is. Is he a poor fellow, or a gentleman?
Serv. A very poor fellow, sir.
Trice. Hang him, rogue; make his mittimus immediately; must such as he presume to get children?
Lov. Well considered: A poor lousy rascal, to intrench upon the game of gentlemen! He might have passed his time at nine-pins, or shovel-board; that had been fit sport for such as he: Justice, have no mercy on him.
Trice. No, by the sword of justice will I not.
Lov. Swear'st thou, ungracious boy[A]? That's too much, on the other hand, for a gentleman. I swear not, I drink not, I curse not, I cheat not; they are unnecessary vices: I save so much out of those sins, and take it out in that one necessary vice of wenching.
[Footnote A: Henry IV. Part 1. Act ii. Scene 4.]
Enter LOVEBY'S Boy.
Boy. Sir, the parties are without, according to your order.
Lov. 'Tis well; bring 'em in, boy.