Pe. O my dear gossip!
Sec. Well hold, Master Francis; watch when the lawyer’s out, and put it in. And now I will go fetch him.
[Exit.
Qu. O my dad! he goes as ’twere the devil to fetch the lawyer; and devil shall he be, if horns will make him.
Pe. Why, how now, gossip? why stay you there musing?
Sec. A toy, a toy runs in my head, i’faith. 330
Qu. A pox of that head! is there more toys yet?
Pe. What is it, pray thee, gossip?
Sec. Why, sir, what if you should slip away now with my wife’s best gown, I having no security for it?
Qu. For that I hope, dad, you will take our words.