O. Small. Justice, not so; by her there hangs a tale.
Jus. Tut. That's true indeed.
O. Small. She has a daughter.
Jus. Tut. And what of that?
O. Small. I likewise have a son,
A villanous boy, his father up and down;[376]
What should I say? these velvet-bearded boys
Will still be doing, say what we old men can.
Jus. Tut. And what of this, Sir Oliver? be plain.
O. Small. A nimble-spirited knave, the villain boy
Has one trick of his sire, has got the wench,
Stol'n your rich sister's heir.
Jus. Tut. Sommerfield's heir?
O. Small. Has done the deed, has pierc'd the vessel's head,
And knows by this the vintage.
Jus. Tut. When should this be?