Within this cradle shall this minutes babe
Be laide to rest; and thus Ile hug[1802] my joy.
Mi. Gou. Wilt thou be obstinate, thou selfe wilde[1803] boy? 310
Nay, then, perforce Ile parte ye, since ye will not.
Coom. Doe yee heare, mistresse? praie yee give me leave to talke two or three cold words with my yong master.—Harke ye, sir, yee are my masters sonne, and so foorth; and indeed I beare ye some good will, partlie for his sake, and partly for your own; and I do hope you do the like to me,—I should be sorry els. I must needs saie, ye are a yong man; and for mine owne part, I have seene the world, and I know what belongs to causes, and the experience that I have, I thanke God I have travelled for it.
Fra. Why, how far have yee travelled for it? 320
Boy. From my masters house to the ale-house.
Coo. How, sir?
Bo. So, sir.
Coo. Go to.—I praie, correct you boie; twas nere a good world, since a boie would face a man so. 325