Wood. Then I'm acquainted with your business: You would be a kind of deputy-fumbler under me.
Aldo. You have me right. Be you the lion, to devour the prey; I am your jackall, to provide it for you: There will be a bone for me to pick.
Wood. Your humility becomes your age. For my part, I am vigorous, and throw at all.
024 Aldo. As right as if I had begot thee! Wilt thou give me leave to call thee son?
Wood. With all my heart.
Aldo. Ha, mad son!
Wood. Mad daddy!
Aldo. Your man told me, you were just returned from travel: What parts have you last visited?
Wood. I came from France.
Aldo. Then, perhaps, you may have known an ungracious boy of mine there.