I prithe, for, i faith, I should be glad
To have myselfe cald nunckle, and thou dad.—
Well, sister, if that Francis play the man,
My mother must be grandam, and you mam.— 320
To it, Francis,—to it, sister!—God send yee joy!
Tis fine to sing, "dansey, my owne sweete boye!"
Fra. Well, sir, jest on.
Phil. Nay, sir,[1942] do you jest on.
M. Bar. Well, may she proove a happy wife to him! 325
M. Gou. And may he proove as happy unto her!