Aye, plain mouse with out either welt or guard. But do you hear, sir, I am but a very young mouse, for my tail is scarce grown out yet; look you here else.
SEGASTO.
But, I pray thee, who gave thee that name?
MOUSE.
Faith, sir, I know not that, but if you would fain know, ask my father's great horse, for he hath been half a year longer with my father than I have.
SEGASTO.
This seems to be a merry fellow;
I care not if I take him home with me.
Mirth is a comfort to a troubled mind, A merry man a merry master makes.
How saist thou, sirra, wilt thou dwell with me?
MOUSE.
Nay, soft, sir, two words to a bargain: pray you, what occupation are you?
SEGASTO.
No occupation, I live upon my lands.
MOUSE.
Your lands! away, you are no master for me: why, do you think that I am so mad, to go seek my living in the lands amongst the stones, briars, and bushes, and tear my holy day apparel? not I, by your leave.
SEGASTO.
Why, I do not mean thou shalt.
MOUSE.
How then?
SEGASTO.
Why, thou shalt be my man, and wait upon me at the court.
MOUSE.
What's that?
SEGASTO.
Where the King lies.
MOUSE.
What's that same King, a man or woman?
SEGASTO.
A man as thou art.
MOUSE.
