“Wilt be whipp’d, boy?”
“Ay—when thou goest a week without.”
“He can do it! He can do it!” cried Shallow.
“Go on with the verses, Master Skogan,” said the bystanders. “He is but young.”
“True. Boy, another time——”
“‘Though fourth in line—”
“I told him so,” said Jack. “He steals my very words.”
“How now? cock-sparrow!”
“How now? hen-gull!”
“Send thy father here for a cudgelling.”