RICHARD [To Rachel, who has seized his arm.] We’ll go. [Exeunt Richard and Rachel.]
GOODY RICKBY [Calls shrilly after them.] Trot away, pretty team; toss your heads. I’ll unhitch ye and take off your blinders.
THE SLOUCHING BOY [Capering and grimacing in front of the mirror, shrieks with laughter.] Ohoho!
GOODY RICKBY [Returning, savagely.] Yes, yes, my fine lover! I’ll pay thee for “stolen goods”—I’ll pay thee. [Screams.] Dickon! Stop laughing.
THE BOY O Lord! O Lord!
GOODY RICKBY What tickles thy mirth now?
THE BOY For to think as the soul of an orphan innocent, what lives in a hay-loft, should wear horns.
[On looking into the mirror, the spectator perceives therein that the reflection of the slouching boy is the horned demon figure of Dickon, who performs the same antics in pantomime within the glass as the boy does without.]
GOODY RICKBY Yea; ’tis a wise devil that knows his own face in the glass. But hark now! Thou must find me a rival for this cock-squire,—dost hear? A rival, that shall steal away the heart of his Mistress Rachel.