MAL. The place is void; will you provide me one?
FRAN. And if you please, I will supply the room.
MAL. But are ye cunning in the carman's lash?
And can ye whistle well?
FRAN. Yes, I can well direct the coach of love.
MAL. Ah, cruel carter! would you whip a dove?
PHIL. Hark ye, sister—
MAL. Nay, but hark ye, brother;
Whose white boy[324] is that same? know ye his mother?
PHIL. He is a gentleman of a good house.
MAL. Why, is his house of gold?
Is it not made of lime and stone like this?
PHIL. I mean he's well-descended.