Scen. 2.
Anteros, Stipes.
Ant.
What gaping knaue is that?
Stip.
How now Ieoffry? know you not mee Ieoffry? know
you not mee? But let that passe though—I'le bee with you
anon i'faith for all this geere. Come hither Left-legs, come hither.
Peace and catch a mouse cry I. Did you euer when you
were at your old Masters, learne to set a trap, Ieoffry?
Ant.
Yes a mouse trap.
Stip.
O sirrah, sirrah; but wee must haue to doe with other
gates kind of cattell, I meane a fox trap Left-legs, come hither,
come hither, looke you here, and learne, for this same night must
I send you into the Pastures to inuite my fine
Reynold to morrow
to breake-fast, goe too, goe too, hee is something too familiar
with my Lambs, marke you that left-legs? A little nigher
I pray you. Helpe me to twist this Corde—Well said, be a
faithful seruant
Ieoffry. You know I haue a daughter
Ieofry. Peace
and catch a Mouse
Ieoffry. You great dunder nose—Souds—
You'le lay both hands to work—A bots on you; you hang on my
back to see you. Your tother hand in, and draw behind thus, thus
looke you here.
[He gets his hands into the cordes, and on a suddaine
tyes him too a tree.]
Ha, ha, he, foh. How ranke he smells? but
'tis no matter, I begin to grow old, and 'tis good (they say)
Against the Palsey. Ha, ha, he, he, ho. You villaine, Hee loues
Mutton well, that dips his bread in'th wooll.
No lesse then your Masters daughter Left-legs?
Come on in troth, vpsolue me this question is she not tender?
is she not delicate? a pretty morsell? does shee not rellish well?
a pretty morsell? but I'le teach you sirrah to play the Mason, and
lay your
chips o'th rock where you're desired Left-legs, where
you're desired. But I am something feeble through my age,
And cannot longer hold out 'scourse with you
Without my staffe, without my supporter, sir,
I pray you doe not stirre till my returne,
But let me finde you here, I haue some businesse,
Goe to, goe to, I haue some businesse with you.
Exit Stipes.
