CLOWN. Ay, plain Mouse, without either welt or gard.
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?
CLOWN. 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. 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. [Aside.
How say'st thou, sirrah? wilt thou dwell with me?
CLOWN. Nay, soft, sir, two words to a bargain; pray you, what occupation are you?
SEGASTO. No occupation; I live upon my lands.
CLOWN. Your lands; away, you are no master for me. Why, do you think that I am so mad, to go seek my living in the lands amongst the stones, briars and bushes, and tear my holiday apparel? Not I, by your leave.
SEGASTO. Why, I do not mean thou shalt.
CLOWN. How then?
SEGASTO. Why, thou shalt be my man, and wait upon me at the court.