University of Virginia Library

SCENE II.

Goosecap, Betty.
Betty.
Mercy upon us, here's a stir;
Sure you have lost your senses, Sir.

Goose.
My breakfast, hussey.

Betty.
Time enough.

Goose.
You've let me bawl.—

Betty.
'Twill cure your cough.

Goose.
You might have said you did not hear me.

Betty.
Why, was I deaf?

Goose.
Then don't you fear me?

Betty.
For what! to fear me you were made.

Goose.
Plague, fury, 'sdeath, you slut! you jade!

Betty.
Nay, hush, good master, hush;
I vow and swear, I blush
To hear you make this riot:
Be quiet, Sir, be quiet;
Submit, obey;
'Tis the wisest way;
My word is your law,
And should you with awe,
Like Jove's imperial fiat:
You surely grow forgetful;
You're ugly, old, and fretful;
And for what should I catch
Such a fright, such a wretch,
When of young, gay, and brave,
If I would, I might have,
With half a look, my net full?