Cast. You must be whipped, youngster, if you get such songs as those are. What means this boy's impertinence to-night?
Page. Why, what must I sing, pray, my dear lord?
Cast. Psalms, child, psalms.
Page. Oh dear me! boys that go to school learn psalms; but pages, that are better bred, sing lampoons.
Cast. Well, leave me; I'm weary.
Page. Oh! but you promised me, last time I told you what colour my Lady Monimia's stockings were of, and that she gartered them above the knee, that you would give me a little horse to go a-hunting upon; so you did. I'll tell you no more stories, except you keep your word with me.
Cast. Well, go, you trifler, and to-morrow ask me.
Page. Indeed, my lord, I can't abide to leave you.
Cast. Why, wert thou instructed to attend me?
Page. No, no, indeed, indeed, my lord, I was not; But I know what I know.