Old man. Faire inough, and farre inough from thy fingering, sonne.
Huan. I will followe my fortune after mine owne fancie, and doo according to mine owne discretion. 285
Old man. Yet give some thing to an old man before you goe.
Huan. Father, mee thinkes a peece of this cake might serve your turne.
Old man. Yea, sonne.
Huan. Huanebango giveth no cakes for almes; aske of them 290 that give giftes for poore beggars. Faire Lady, if thou wert once shrined in this bosome, I would buckler thee hara-tantara.
Exit.
Booby. Father, doo you see this man? You litle thinke heele run a mile or two for such a cake, or passe for[1064] a pudding. I tell you, Father, hee has kept such a begging of mee for a peece of this cake! 295 Whoo, he comes uppon me with a superfantiall substance, and the foyson[1065] of the earth, that I know not what he meanes. Iff hee came to me thus, and said, 'my friend Booby,' or so, why I could spare him a peece with all my heart; but when he tells me how God hath enriched mee above other fellowes with a cake, why hee makes 300 me blinde and deafe at once. Yet, father, heere is a peece of cake for you,[1066] as harde as the world goes.[1067]
Old man. Thanks, sonne, but list to mee:
He shall be deafe when thou shalt not see.