Cit. What sayest thou, cony?
Wife. Let him kill a lion with a pestle, husband; let him kill a lion with a pestle.
Cit. So he shall, I'll have him kill a lion with a pestle.
Wife. Husband, shall I come up, husband?
Cit. Ay, cony. Ralph, help your mistress up this way: pray, gentlemen, make her a little room; I pray you, sir, lend me your hand to help up my wife; I thank you, sir, so.
Wife. By your leave, gentlemen all, I'm something troublesome, I'm a stranger here, I was ne'er at one of these plays, as they say, before; but I should have seen "Jane Shore" once; and my husband hath promised me anytime this twelvemonth, to carry me to the "Bold Beauchamps," but in truth he did not; I pray you bear with me.
Cit. Boy, let my wife and I have a couple of stools, and then begin, and let the grocer do rare things.
Pro. But, sir, we have never a boy to play him, every one hath a part already.
Wife. Husband, husband, for God's sake let Ralph play him; beshrew me if I do not think he will go beyond them all.
Cit. Well remembered wife; come up, Ralph; I'll tell you, gentlemen, let them but lend him a suit of reparrel, and necessaries, and by Gad, if any of them all blow wind in the tail on him, I'll be hanged.