For the reckoning was paid me before.
Wood. A song against keepers! this makes well for us lusty lovers.
Trick. [Above.] Father, father Aldo!
Aldo. Daughter Tricksy, are you there, child? your friends at Barnet are all well, and your dear master Limberham, that noble Hephestion, is returning with them.
Trick. And you are come upon the spur before, to acquaint me with the news.
Aldo. Well, thou art the happiest rogue in a kind keeper! He drank thy health five times, supernaculum,[2] to my son Brain-sick; and dipt my daughter 026 Pleasance's little finger, to make it go down more glibly:[3] And, before George, I grew tory rory, as they say, and strained a brimmer through the lily-white smock, i'faith.
Trick. You will never leave these fumbling tricks, father, till you are taken up on suspicion of manhood, and have a bastard laid at your door: I am sure you would own it, for your credit.
Aldo. Before George, I should not see it starve, for the mother's sake: For, if she were a punk, she was good-natured, I warrant her.
Wood. [Aside.] Well, if ever son was blest with a hopeful father, I am.
Trick. Who is that gentleman with you?