MOUSE.
Why, I am very near kin unto him.
SEGASTO.
I think so; but what’s thy name?
MOUSE.
My name? I have a very pretty name; I’ll tell you what my name is, my name is Mouse.
SEGASTO.
What, plain Mouse?
MOUSE.
Ay, plain Mouse without either welt or guard. But do you hear, sir, I am but a very young Mouse, for my tail is scarce grown out yet; look you here else.
SEGASTO.
But, I pray thee, who gave thee that name?
MOUSE.
Faith, sir, I know not that, but if you would fain know, ask my father’s great horse, for he hath been half a year longer with my father than I have.
SEGASTO.
[Aside.] This seems to be a merry fellow;
I care not if I take him home with me.
Mirth is a comfort to a troubled mind,
A merry man a merry master makes.
[To Mouse.] How say’st thou, sirrah, wilt thou dwell with me?
MOUSE.
Nay, soft, sir; two words to a bargain; pray you, what occupation are you?
SEGASTO.
No occupation, I live upon my lands.