Mi. Bar. Doth he so, sir? thou unnaturall boy!
'Too well,' sayest thou? that word shall cost thee[1696] somwhat:
O monstrous! have I brought thee up to this?
'Too well'! O unkinde, wicked, and degenerate,
Hast thou the heart to say so of thy mother? 260
Well, God will plague thee fort, I warrant thee:
Out on thee, villaine, fie upon thee, wretch!
Out of my sight, out of my sight, I say!
Phil. This ayre is pleasant, and doth please me well,
And here I will stay. 265