ACTUS II., SCÆNA 1.
Enter Oliver Small-Shanks, Thomas Small-Shanks.
O. Small. Is this the place you were appointed to meet him?
T. Small. So Boutcher sent me word.
O. Small. I find it true,
That wine, good news, and a young wholesome wench
Cheer up an old man's blood. I tell thee, boy,
I am right hearty glad to hear thy brother
Hath got so great an heir: now were myself
So well bestow'd, I should rejoice, i' faith.
T. Small. I hope you shall do well.
O. Small. No doubt, no doubt;
Ah, sirrah! has a' borne the wench away!
My son, i' faith, my very son, i' faith!
When I was young, and had an able back,
And wore the bristle on my upper-lip,
In good decorum I had as good conveyance,
And could have ferk'd, and ferk'd y' away a wench,
As soon as e'er a man alive. Tut, boy,
I had my winks, my becks, treads on the toe,
Wrings by the fingers, smiles, and other quirks—
No courtier like me; your courtiers all are fools,
To that which I could do. I could have done it, boy,
Even to a hair, and that some ladies know.
T. Small. Sir, I am glad this match may reconcile
Your love unto my brother.
O. Small. O, 'tis more than so. [Yet]
I'll seem offended still, though I am glad [Aside.