Touch.
Not for her Grandsire, is she: if the worst dogge hee keeps howle for him, Ile worry sheepe with mine owne▪ teeth, and trusse for him; but why is she sad, prethee tel me•…•… ha▪ ha, ha.
Fris.
I marvaile at your mirth sir.
Touch.
I would now give her a new Gowne, to tell me the true cause that I might save mine oath, and rore out my rejoycings: twas a devillish tricke of the Rascalls to bind me by oath never to speake of it, but to those that should tell me of it first. I have such a coyle to keep it in now: Prethee tell me, what has the old Traveller▪ that is now bound for the Low Countries, gi'n thy Mrs. in his will, canst tell?
Fris.
Alas he is offended with her, she has displeased him in somewhat, that is the maine cause of his mortall sicknesse.
Touch.
That's my boy, there boy, there, that was a home blow.
Fris.
She comes not at him sir, nor dares not see him: do you know any thing by her sir?
Touch.
No, no, no, not I, not I; s'bores I bit my tongue too hard.
Fris.
If you doe sir, would you would speake a good word for her, that he may dye in charity with her.
Touch.
The jade jeeres me, Ile stay no longer •…•…'the house.
Fris.
Nay good sir say not so, after so many messages and en∣treaties, by all the best o'the parish, and an exhortation made to you by the Minister himselfe: did you vouchsafe to come, and wil you now come short to see my Master, now the Doctors have gi∣ven him over, and he is dying?
Touch.
I confesse 'twas my desire to see that dying that brought me hither: where is he? Ile hold my nose, and have at him.
Fris.
I hope you wil be friends with him now sir; for he's ee'n a going.
Touch.
Friends? Ile rather goe with him, and fight it out by the way.