Bian. No, certain, I have had the best content
That Florence can afford.
Lean. Thou makest the best on ‘t:
Speak, mother, what ‘s the cause? you must needs know.
Moth. Troth, I know none, son; let her speak herself;
Unless it be the same gave Lucifer a tumbling cast; that’s pride.
Bian. Methinks this house stands nothing to my mind;
I’d have some pleasant lodging i’ th’ high street, sir;
Or if ’twere near the court, sir, that were much better;
’Tis a sweet recreation for a gentlewoman