Volume Xi Part 59 (1/2)

JOYCE. With me, sir?

BUB. With you, lady;--this way,--a little more,-- So, now 'tis well; umh-- Even as a drummer,--or a pewterer----

JOYCE. Which of the two, no matter, For one beats on a drum, t'other a platter.

BUB. In good faith, sweet lady, you say true; But pray, mark me farther: I will begin again.

JOYCE. I pray, sir, do.

BUB. Even as a drummer, as I said before, Or as a pewterer----

JOYCE. Very good, sir.

BUB. Do--do--do.

JOYCE. What do they do?

BUB. By my troth, lady, I do not know; for to say truth, I am a kind of an a.s.s.

JOYCE. How, sir? an a.s.s?

BUB. Yes, indeed, lady.

JOYCE. Nay, that you are not.

BUB. So G.o.d ha' me, I am, lady: you never saw An erranter a.s.s in your life.

JOYCE. Why, here's a gentleman, your friend, will not say so.

BUB. I' faith, but he shall: how say you, sir? Am not I an a.s.s?

SCAT. Yes, by my troth, lady, is he. Why, I'll say anything my brother Bubble says. [_Aside._]

GERT. Is this the man my father chose for me, To make a husband of? O G.o.d, how blind Are parents in our loves! so they have wealth, They care not to what things they marry us.

BUB. Pray, look upon me, lady.

JOYCE. So I do, sir.

BUB. Ay, but look upon me well, and tell me if ever you saw any man look so scurvily as I do?

JOYCE. The fellow, sure, is frantic. [_Aside._]

BUB. You do not mark me.

JOYCE. Yes, indeed, sir.

BUB. Ay, but look upon me well: Did you ever see a worse-timber'd leg?

JOYCE. By my faith, 'tis a pretty four-square leg.