Well Gentleman, I think your name's Leandro.
Lea.
It is indeed, sir,
Gra'-mercy letter, thou hadst never known else.
Die.
I have dandled ye, and kist ye and plaid with ye
A hundred, and a hundred times, and danc'd ye,
And swong ye in my Bell-ropes, ye lov'd swinging.
Lop.
A sweet Boy.