Wife. What with Wormes, and Flyes?
Son. With what I get I meane, and so do they
Wife. Poore Bird,
Thou'dst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,
The Pitfall, nor the Gin
Son. Why should I Mother?
Poore Birds they are not set for:
My Father is not dead for all your saying
Wife. Yes, he is dead:
How wilt thou do for a Father?
Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband?
Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market
Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe
Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit,
And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee
Son. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?
Wife. I, that he was
Son. What is a Traitor?
Wife. Why one that sweares, and lyes
Son. And be all Traitors, that do so
Wife. Euery one that do's so, is a Traitor,
And must be hang'd