To send unto you both a joyfull day!
Hodg. Nay, mistresse Barnes, I wish her better; that those joyfull dayes may be turned to joyfull nights. 305
Coom. Faith, tis a pretty wench, and tis pitty but she should have him.
Nich. And, mistresse Mary, when yee go to bed, God send you good rest, and a peck a fleas in your nest, every one as big as Francis! 310
Phil. Well said, wisdome: God send thee wise children!
Nich. And you more money.
Phil. I, so wish I.
Nich. Twill be a good while ere you wish your skin full of ilet holes.
Phil. Franke, harke ye: brother, now your woings doone, 315
The next thing now you do is for a sonne;