WILL.
Sirrah, gape not so wide for fear of a fly.
SIMPLICITY.
Fly, flam-flurt! Why, can a fly do hurt?
WIT.
Yea, have ye not heard that the fly hath her spleen,
And the ant her gall?
SIMPLICITY.
My uncle hath so, I ween; for it's an angry old fellow,
When his gall runs over: children, good day;
Whose pretty lads are you three?
WIT.
Three! are you sure?
SIMPLICITY.
I'll not swear, till I have told you: one, two, three.
WILL.
I beshrew thee.
SIMPLICITY.
Me, boy? Why, I am beshrewed already, for I am married.
WEALTH.
Then, thou hast a wife.
SIMPLICITY.
Yea, I would thou hadd'st her, if thou could'st stay her tongue.