Val. O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis a very[2612] 55
pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o' Wednesday[2612][2613]
half an hour together: has such a confirmed countenance.[2614]
I saw him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught
it, he let it go again; and after it again; and over and over
he comes, and up again; catched it again: or whether his[2615] 60
fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and
tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammocked it!
Vol. One on 's father's moods.[2616]
Val. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
Vir. A crack, madam. 65
Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you
play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.
Vir. No, good madam; I will not out of doors.[2617]
Val. Not out of doors!
Vol. She shall, she shall. 70
Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
threshold till my lord return from the wars.
Val. Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably:[2618]
come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in.