Scen. 1.
Stipes
solus.
Why so then, now we are all alone. We? you great neate,
What haue you pig's in your belly? by'r Lady, If I wist
I had, I would not vnkennell this secret yet, well if there
Were hog's in my belly too, I see that it will out;
This mouth of mine was not cut out for secret's—
O wicked seruant! lewd daughter!
O Merda, Merda, thou hast lost thy selfe
For euer, thou hast defiled my house, my good name, my family.
As I even now came from my sheepe, I found my daughter,
at her nooning forsooth, fast a slepe vpon her bed, and there
was shee (as shee vses often) campring to her selfe alone in her
sleepe, 'scoursing to her selfe, but what was her 'scourse thinke
you? Not about her huswifery; not how many hens were
with egge, but fie vpon you Ieoffry are you not ashamed? O!
Ah! fie vpon you Ieoffry are you not ashamed to touch one by
the skinne? Ile tell my father (nere moue) if you will not bee
quiet. I, I by'r Lady, worse then this, worse stuffe then
this, what shall I say? without all doubt this left legd-rascall
has dub'd mee Gran-father without Matrimony. But peace
and catch a mouse cry I, some wiser then some, old birds will
not be catch'd with shaffe. I haue a trick in store if it will take,
to be reueng'd sufficiently—no more. Ieoffry, Why Ieoffry.
