ACT IV.—Scene I.
Boy danceth.
Wife. Look, George, the little boy's come again; methinks he looks something like the Prince of Orange, in his long stocking, if he had a little harness about his neck. George, I will have him dance Fading; Fading is a fine jig, I'll assure you, gentlemen. Begin, brother; now a capers, sweetheart; now a turn a th' toe, and then tumble. Cannot you tumble, youth?
Boy. No, indeed, forsooth.
Wife. Nor eat fire?
Boy. Neither.
Wife. Why, then I thank you heartily; there's two pence to buy you points withal.
Enter Jasper and Boy.
Jasp. There, boy, deliver this. But do it well.