Vol. He had rather see the swords, and heare a Drum,
then looke vpon his Schoolmaster
Val. A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile sweare 'tis a very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wensday halfe an houre together: ha's such a confirm'd countenance. I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and ouer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did so set his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt it
Vol. One on's Fathers moods
Val. Indeed la, tis a Noble childe
Virg. A Cracke Madam
Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery, I must haue you
play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone
Virg. No (good Madam)
I will not out of doores
Val. Not out of doores?
Volum. She shall, she shall
Virg. Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the
threshold, till my Lord returne from the Warres
Val. Fye, you confine your selfe most vnreasonably:
Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in