Lod. See, see!
Dor. At which the child cried, so that I could not still it;
Whereat, methought, I pray'd thee to put on
The hat thou wor'st but now before the duke, thinking thereby
To still the child: but, being frighted with't,
He cried the more.
Lod. He! Frank, thou gett'st boys.
Fran. In dreams, it seems, sir.
Dor. Whereat I cried, methought, pointing to thee—
Away, thou naughty man, you are not this child's father!
Lod. Meaning the child Francisco got.
Dor. The same: and then I wak'd and kiss'd thee.
Omnes. A pretty merry dream!
Enter Jaspro.