Sim. Who gave you that name? Nay, let me alone for sposing [sic] of a scholar.
Hol. My godfathers and godmothers in my baptism.
Sim. Truly, gallants, I am enamoured on thee, boy; wilt thou serve me?
Hol. Yes, and please my grandmother, when I come to years of discretion. 101
Ped. And you have a propensitude to him, he shall be for you. I was solicited to grant him leave to play the lady in comedies presented by children; but I knew his voice was too small,[461] and his stature too low. Sing, sing a treble, Holofernes: sing.
The Song.
A very small sweet voice, I’ll assure you.
Qua. ’Tis smally sweet indeed.
Sim. A very pretty child. Hold up thy head. There; buy thee some plums. 110