_Wife._ Look _George_, the little boy's come again, methinks he looks something like the Prince of _Orange_ in his long stocking, if he had a little harness about his neck. _George_, I will have him dance _Fading_; _Fading_, is a fine Jig I'll assure you Gentlemen: begin brother, now a capers sweet heart, now a turn a th' toe, and then tumble: cannot you tumble youth? _Boy._ No indeed forsooth. _Wife._ Nor eat fire? _Boy._ Neither. _Wife._ Why then I thank you heartily, there's two pence to buy you points withall. _Enter_ Jasper _and_ Boy. _Jasp._ There boy, deliver this: but do it well. Hast thou provided me four lusty fellows? Able to carry me? and art thou perfect In all thy business? _Boy._ Sir you need not fear, I have my lesson here, and cannot miss it: The men are ready for you, and what else Pertains to this imployment. _Jasp._ There my boy, Take it, but buy no land. _Boy._ Faith sir 'twere rare To see so young a purchaser: I flie, And on my wings carry your destiny. [_Exit._ _Jasp._ Go, and be happy: Now my latest hope Forsake me not, but fling thy Anchor out, And let it hold: stand fix[t] thou rolling stone, Till I enjoy my dearest: hear me all You powers that rule in men celestial. [_Exit._ _Wife._ Go thy ways, thou art as crooked a sprig as ever grew, in _London_, I warrant him he'll come to some naughty end or other: for his looks say no less: Besides, his father (you know _George_) is none of the best, you heard him take me up like a Gill flirt: and sing bawdy Songs upon me: but i'faith if I live _George_-- _Cit._ Let me alone sweet-heart, I have a trick in my head shall lodge him in the Arches for one year, and make him sing _Peccavi_, 'ere I leave him, and yet he shall never know who hurt him neither. _Wife._ Do my good _Ge[o]rge_, do. _Cit._ What shall we have _Rafe_ do now boy? _Boy._ You shall have what you will sir. _Cit._ Why so sir, go and fetch me him then, and let the Sophy of _Persia_ come and christen him a child. _Boy._ Believe me Sir, that will not do so well, 'tis stale, it has been had before at the Red Bull. _Wife. George_, let _Rafe_ travell over great hills, and let him be [very] weary, and come to the King of _Cracovia_'s house, covered with velvet, and there let the Kings daughter stand in her window all in beaten gold, combing her golden locks with a comb of Ivory, and let her spye _Rafe_, and fall in love with him, and come down to him, and carry him into her fathers house, and then let _Rafe_ talk with her. _Cit._ Well said _Nel_, it shall be so: boy let's ha't done quickly.