[♦] Arch. Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.
[♦] Duch. I hope so too; but yet let mothers doubt.
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember’d,
I could have given my uncle’s grace a flout,
[25] To touch his growth nearer than he touch’d mine.
[♦] Duch. How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it.
[♦] York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast
[♦] That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old:
’Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
[30] Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.