2D OFF. O ye pitiful simpletons, who spend your days in throwing cudgels at Jack-a-Lents or Shrove-cocks! 3D OFF. Nay, in making gooselings in embers: and starting as if they were planet-struck at the weak report of a pot-gun. 1ST OFF. My wish shall be for all that puisne pen-feathered aërie of buzzardism[173] and stanielry:[174] "_That such as they who love to stay to suck their mamma's teat, May live at home, but ne'er find one to give them clothes or meat._" LANCEPRES. Come along, wags; let's in a frolic way march to our old friends in new suits, and reserve a screwed look for a threepenny ordinary. 2D OFF. Along, along! but utter not too much language, honest pockets, till a question be asked you. [_He shakes his pocket._ ALL. Hey for a fee-farm rent in Tunis! [_Exeunt capering._ SCENE III. _Enter two_ COUNTRY BOORS. HUS. Content thee, content thee, Christabel. WIFE. Yes, surely, that's a trim word; but when, trow you, had I it? As I am an honest woman, I have been this goodman Fumbler's wife so many years, and he never yet gave me content. 'Tis such a dry pilchard, he deserves nothing more than basting. HUS. Fie, Christabel! fie, for shame! hold thy trattles; is it my fault if thou be barren? WIFE. Barren, you cods-head! Lies the fault there, you island cur! Nay, all the parish will witness for me that I was not barren before I met with you. Barren, stitchel![175] that shall not serve thy turn. In plain terms, Jocelin, since thou cannot content me one way, thou shalt another. HUS. What would my duck have? WIFE. What, my drake, the law will give me. HUS. Law! WIFE. Yes, you wizard.[176] I have already fed a glib-tongued parrot, with a coif on his head, that will trounce you. HUS. What have I done, my malmsey? WIFE. Nay, your doing nothing, you dumpling, has brought you into this pickle. The short and the long on't is this, I will have ale-money.[177] HUS. Ale-money! what means my chicken by that? WIFE. I have been neither so long nor ill taught by my betters, but I know the meaning of ale-money well enough. My land'slady Joculette, God bless her! is matched to as handsome a frolic youngster as one can see on a summer's day; yet she dislikes him, and has recovered a good stock of ale-money. I love to follow the example of my betters. Set your heart at rest, Jocelin; I must and will have ale-money. HUS. Thou shalt have anything, my coney Christabel, so thou wilt rest contented. WIFE. Nay, husband, you know well that I am forced many nights to go to rest weakly contented. But, if I chance to trudge to court, I mean to lie all open; you shall hear. I intend not to lay leaves on my wounds. The duke, I hear, is a merciful man, and will not suffer any of his poor subjects to fall short of their due. HUS. Well, girl, thou shalt find me ready to appear before his grace at any time.