Fisc. No? and why, young stripling?
Boy. Because your penance comes before confession.
Har. Do you mock us, sirrah? To the fire with him.
Boy. Do so; all you shall get by it is this; before I answered no; now I'll be sullen and will talk no more.
Har. Best cutting off these little rogues betime; if they grow men, they will have the spirit of revenge in them.
Page. Yes, as your children have that of rebellion. Oh that I could but live to be governor here, to make your fat guts pledge me in that beverage I drunk, you Sir John Falstaff of Amsterdam!
Boy. I have a little brother in England, that I intend to appear to when you have killed me; and if he does not promise me the death of ten Dutchmen in the next war, I'll haunt him instead of you.
Har. What say you, woman? Have compassion of yourself, and confess; you are of a softer sex.
Wom. But of a courage full as manly; there is no sex in souls; would you have English wives shew less of bravery than their children do? To lie by an Englishman's side, is enough to give a woman resolution.
Fisc. Here is a hen of the game too, but we shall tame you in the fire.