Lady Fid. As he behaves himself; and for your sake I'll give him admittance and freedom.
Horn. All sorts of freedom, madam?
Sir Jasp. Ay, ay, ay, all sorts of freedom thou canst take. And so go to her, begin thy new employment; wheedle her, jest with her, and be better acquainted one with another.
Horn. [Aside.] I think I know her already; therefore may venture with her my secret for hers. [Horner and Lady Fidget whisper.
Sir Jasp. Sister cuz, I have provided an innocent playfellow for you there.
Mrs. Dain. Who, he?
Mrs. Squeam. There's a playfellow, indeed!
Sir Jasp. Yes sure.—What, he is good enough to play at cards, blindman's-buff, or the fool with, sometimes!
Mrs. Squeam. Foh! we'll have no such playfellows.