LUCY.
Yes, mistress, very vell.
FATHER. Cheeks and ears! why, mistress Frances, want you cheeks and ears? methinks you have very fair ones.
FRANCES.
Thou art a fool indeed. Tom, thou knowest what I mean.
CIVET. Aye, aye, Kester, tis such as they wear a their heads. I prithee, Kit, have her in, and shew her my house.
FATHER.
I will, sir. Come, Tanikin.
FRANCES.
O Tom, you have not bussed me today, Tom.
CIVET.
No, Frances, we must not kiss afore folks. God save me,
Frances,
[Enter Delia, and Artichoke.]
See yonder my sister Delia is come. Welcome, good sister.
FRANCES. Welcome, good sister, how do you like the tier of my head?