Nurse. By your leave Good Folks, Is Master Venter the Merchant here I pray?
Mr. Ven. Oh Nurse! I am glad to see thee, How does my Boy?
Nurse. Very well, I thank Heaven Sir! He grows bravely I assure you. ’Tis a Chopping lad I promise you, and as like your good Worship; As if he had been spit out of your Mouth.
Mr. Ven. Softly, Nurse softly.
Nurse. I protest ’tis one of the forward’st Infants in the Universe; Lord! how it will Crow, and Chirup like a Sparrow! I am afraid Sir he is about Teeth, for he Dribbles extreamly, if so, Your Worship must provide him a Silver Corral with a Whistle and Chain.
Mr. Ven. Well, well, he shall have everything Nurse, my Wife shall send them to ye; in the mean time, there, there’s a Piece, to buy thee a Pair of Gloves, and so leave us, for I am busie at present, therefore steal away behind me, and slip out at the back Door.
Nurse. Yes Sir, I am gone, Heavens bless your Worship, a Piece! Marry! and that’s a sufficient Charm to lye up any Nurses Tongue in Christendom.
[Ex. Nurse
Just. Mer. Well well, it shall be done: Come Brother we are mist I warrant you amongst the Young Fry, let’s to ’um and, Dance till our Legs ake again, come I’ll lead the way.
Mr. Ven. We follow you.
[Exeunt.
Enter Friendly Reading the Letter.