but still complain me do her wrong. Lighten your heart, sir; for me did but kiss her,—for me did but kiss her—and so let go. Your friend is very heavy; ick sall ne’er like such sad company.
Free. No, thou delightest only in light company.
Fra. By mine trot, he been very sad; vat ail you, sir?
Mal. A tooth-ache, lady, a paltry rheum.
Fra. De diet is very goot for de rheum.
Free. How far off dwells the house-surgeon, Mary Faugh? 71
Mar. You are a profane fellow, i’faith; I little thought to hear such ungodly terms come from your lips.
Fra. Pre de now, ’tis but a toy, a very trifle.
Free. I care not for the value, Frank, but i’faith——
Fra. I’fait, me must needs have it (dis is Beatrice’ ring, oh could I get it!); seet, pre de now, as ever you have embraced me with a hearty arm, a warm thought, or a pleasing touch, as ever you will profess to love me, as ever you do wish me life, give me dis ring, dis little ring. 81