Phil. Come, come, she is with childe of some od jest,
And now shees sicke till that she bring[1943] it foorth.
Mal. A jest, quoth you! well, brother, if it be,
I feare twill proove an earnest unto me.— 350
Goose, said ye, sir? Oh, that same very name
Hath in it much variety of shame!
Of all the birds that ever yet was seene,
I would not have them graze upon this greene;
I hope they will not, for this crop is poore, 355
And they may pasture upon greater store: