Bil. I can tell you strange news, but I am sure you know them already: the duke speaks much good of you.
Mal. Go to, then: and shall you and I now enter into a strict friendship?
Bil. Second one another?
Mal. Yes.
Bil. Do one another good offices?
Mal. Just: what though I called thee old ox, egregious
wittol, broken-bellied coward, rotten mummy? yet, since I am in favour—— 272
Bil. Words of course, terms of disport. His grace presents you by me a chain, as his grateful remembrance for—I am ignorant for what; marry, ye may impart: yet howsoever—come—dear friend; dost know my son?
Mal. Your son!
Bil. He shall eat wood-cocks, dance jigs, make possets, and play at shuttle-cock with any young lord about the court: he has as sweet a lady too; dost know her little bitch? 281