Wal. Come, let me feel.
O, 'tis some rogue or other: spurn him, spurn him.
Har. Be not so wilful, prythee: let him lie.
Heigh. Come back, come back; for we are past the house:
Yonder's Mathea's chamber with the light.
Pis. Well, fare a head, or I had been descried.
God's me! what makes the youngsters here so late?
I am "a rogue, and spurn him:" well, Jack-sauce,
The rogue is waking yet to spoil your sport. [Aside.
Wal. Mat, Mistress Mathea! where be these girls?
Enter Mathea alone above.
Mat. Who's there below?
Wal. Thy Ned, kind Ned, thine honest trusty Ned.
Mat. No, no, it is the Frenchman in his stead,
That Monsieur Motleycoat, that can dissemble.
Hear you, Frenchman, pack to your whores in France:
Though I am Portingal by the father's side,
And therefore should be lustful, wanton, light;
Yet, good-man Goosecap, I will let you know
That I have so much English by the mother,
That no base, slavering French shall make me stoop:
And so, Sir Dandelion, fare you well.
Heigh. What, speechless? not a word? why, how now, Ned?[533]