Cit. Yes, honey.
Wife. Give me a penny i' th' purse while I live, George.
Cit. Ay, by'r lady, honey hold thee there.
Mist. Mer. Well, Charles, you promised to provide for Jasper, and I have laid up for Michael. I pray you pay Jasper his portion, he's come home, and he shall not consume Michael's stock; he says his master turned him away, but I promise you truly, I think he ran away.
Wife. No indeed, Mistress Merry-thought, though he be a notable gallows, yet I'll assure you his master did turn him away, even in this place, 'twas i'faith within this half-hour, about his daughter; my husband was by.
Cit. Hang him, rogue, he served him well enough: love his master's daughter! By my troth, honey, if there were a thousand boys, thou wouldst spoil them all, with taking their parts; let his mother alone with him.
Wife. Ay, George, but yet truth is truth.
Old Mer. Where is Jasper? He's welcome, however, call him in, he shall have his portion; is he merry?
Mist. Mer. Ay, foul chive him, he is too merry. Jasper! Michael!