F. Gam. Call your sister.
Sim. Jane, feyther wants you.
Enter Jane, from the house, with linen she had been
working.
Jane. Did you call me?
F. Gam. I often told you both, (but it's now settled) you must go out into the world, and work for your bread.
Sim. Well, feyther, whatever you think right, must be so, and I'm content.
Jane. And I'm sure, feyther, I'm willing to do as you'd have me.
F. Gam. There's ingratitude for you! When my wife died, I brought you both up from the shell, and now you want to fly off and forsake me.
Sim. Why no; I'm willing to live with you all my days.
Jane. And I'm sure, feyther, if it's your desire I'll never part from you.