_Fr._ I have enough, I'll honor ye. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Lurcher._ _Lur._ Here are my trinkets, and this lusty marriage I mean to visit, I have shifts of all sorts, And here are a thousand wheels to set 'em working, I am very merry, for I know this wedding Will yield me lusty pillage: if mad _Wildgoose_ That debosh'd rogue keep but his antient revels, And breed a hubbub in the house I am happy. _Enter Boy._ Now what are you? _Boy._ A poor distressed Boy, Sir, Friendless and comfortless, that would intreat Some charity and kindness from your worship, I would fain serve, Sir, and as fain endeavour With duteous labour to deserve the love Of that good Gentleman should entertain me. _Lur._ A pretty Boy, but of too mild a breeding, Too tender, and too bashful a behaviour, What canst thou do? _Boy._ I can learn any thing, That's good and honest, and shall please [Master.] _Lur._ He blushes as he speaks, and that I like not, I love a bold and secure confidence, An impudence that one may trust, this boy now: Had I instructed him, had been a Jewel, A treasure for my use, thou canst not lye? _Boy._ I would not willingly. _Lur._ Nor thou hast not wit To dissemble neatly? _Boy._ Do you love such boys, Sir? _Lur._ Oh mainly, mainly, I would have my Boy impudent, Out-face all truth, yet do it piously: Like _Proteus_, cast himself into all forms, As suddain and as nimble as his thoughts, Blanch at no danger, though it be the Gallows, Nor make no conscience of a cosenage, Though it be i' th' Church. Your soft, demure, still children-- Are good for nothing, but to get long Graces---- And sing Songs to dull tunes; I would keep thee And cherish thee, hadst thou any active quality, And be a tender Master to thy knavery, But thou art not for my use. _Bo[y]._ Do you speak this seriously? _Lur._ Yes indeed do I. _Boy._ Would you have your boy Sir Read in these moral mischiefs? _Lur._ Now thou mov'st me. _Boy._ And be a well-train'd youth in all activities? _Lur._ By any means. _Boy._ Or do you this to try me, Fearing a prone[nesse]. _Lur._ I speak this to make thee. _Boy._ Then take me Sir, and cherish me, and love me, You have me what you would: believe me, Sir I can do any thing for your advantage, I guess at what you mean; I can lie naturally, As easily, as I can sleep Sir, and securely: As naturally I can steal too. _Lur._ That I am glad on, Right heartily glad on, hold thee there, thou art excellent. _Boy._ Steal any thing from any body living. _Lur._ Not from thy Master. _Boy._ That's mine own body: And must not be. _Lur._ The boy mends mightily.