_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, sweetheart; 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 withal. _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 employment. _Jasp._ There, my boy, Take it, but buy no land. _Boy._ Faith, sir, 'twere rare To see so young a purchaser. I fly, 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 fixt, thou rolling stone, Till I possess 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 bad songs upon me. But i'faith, if I live, George---- _Cit._ Let me alone, sweetheart, 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 George, do. _Cit._ What shall we have Ralph 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 Ralph travel over great hills, and let him be weary, and come to the King of Cracovia's house, covered with black velvet, and there let the king's daughter stand in her window all in beaten gold, combing her golden locks with a comb of ivory, and let her spy Ralph, and fall in love with him, and come down to him, and carry him into her father's house, and then let Ralph talk with her. _Cit._ Well said, Nell, it shall be so. Boy, let's ha't done quickly. _Boy._ Sir, if you will imagine all this to be done already, you shall hear them talk together. But we cannot present a house covered with black velvet, and a lady in beaten gold. _Cit._ Sir Boy, let's ha't as you can then. _Boy._ Besides, it will show ill-favouredly to have a grocer's prentice to court a king's daughter.