XVII. 125 Slen. Bride, by Gods lyd I thinke theres neuer a man in the worell hath that crosse fortune that I haue: begod I could cry for verie anger.
Page. Why whats the matter sonne Slender?
Slen. Sonne, nay by God I am none of your son.
130 Pa. No, why so?
Slen. Why so God saue me, tis a boy [that] I haue married.
Page. How, a boy? why did you mistake the word?
Slen. No neither, for I came to her in red as you bad me, and I cried mum, and hee cried budget, so well as euer you heard, and I 135 haue married him.
Sir Hugh. Ieshu M. Slender, cannot you see but marrie boyes?
Pa. O I am vext at hart, what shal I do?