PAGE. She has a shrewd reach, I see that. What a casting she keeps. Marry, my comfort is, we shall hear by and by who has given her the casting-bottle. WAG. Hawk, hawk, hawk! bitter, bitter! Pray God, I hurt not the babe. Well, let me see, I'll begin with knights: _imprimis_, Sir John Do't-well and Sir William Burn-it. PAGE. A hot knight, by my faith; Do't-well and Burn-it too. WAG. For old Sir Innocent Ninny, my master, if I speak my conscience, look ye, I cannot directly accuse him. Much has he been about, but done nothing. Marry, for Sir Abraham, I will not altogether 'quit him. Let me see, there's four knights: now for gentlemen---- PAGE. And so she'll come down to the footmen. WAG. Master Love-all, Master Liveby't, and Master Pendant. Hawk, hi'up, hi'up! PAGE. By this light, I have heard enough. Shall I hold your belly too, fair maid of the fashion? [_Comes forward._ WAG. What say ye, Jack Sauce? PAGE. O fie, ill-mutton! you are too angry. Why, look ye; I am my lord's page, and you are my lady's gentlewoman: we should agree better; and I pray, whither are you riding with this burthen in your dosser.[33] WAG. Why, sir, out of town. I hope 'tis not the first time you have seen a child carried out of town in a dosser for fear of the plague. PAGE. You have answered me, I promise you: but who put it in, I pray? WAG. Not you, sir, I know, by your asking. PAGE. I, alas! I know that by my talent; for I remember thus much philosophy of my school-masters, _ex nihilo nihil fit_. But come, setting this duello of wit aside, I have overheard your confession and your casting about for a father, and in troth, in mere charity, came in to relieve you. In the scroll of beasts, horses and asses, that have fed upon this common of yours, you named one Pendant: faith, wench, let him be the father. He is a very handsome gentleman, I can tell you, in my lord's favour. I'll be both secret and your friend to my lord. Let it be him; he shall either reward thee bountifully, or marry thee. WAG. Sir, you speak like an understanding young gentleman, and I acknowledge myself much bound to you for your counsel. PEN. (_Within_). Will, Will! PAGE. My lord hath sent him to call me. Now I hold a wager on't, if thou be'st not a fool, as most waiting-women are, thou'lt use him in his kind. _Enter_ PENDANT. PEN. Why, Will, I say! Go; my lord calls extremely. PAGE. Did not I say so? Come, this is but a trick to send me off, sir. [_Exit_ PAGE. PEN. A notable little rascal. Pretty Mistress Wagtail, why d'ye walk so melancholy? I sent him hence o' purpose. Come, shall's do? WAG. Do! what would you do? You have done too much already. PEN. What's the matter? WAG. I am with child by you. PEN. By me? Why, by me? A good jest, i' faith. WAG. You'll find it, sir, in earnest. PEN. Why, do you think I am such an ass to believe nobody has meddled with you but I?