_V._ Sweet soul,
That's what I'm for!

_C._ What, and for nothing else?

_V._ Yes! I'm to bring thee up to be a man.

_C._ And what am I for?

_V._ There, I'm busy now.

_C._ Am I to bring you up to be a child?

_V._ Perhaps! Indeed, I have heard it said thou art.

_C._ Then when may I begin?

_V._ I'm busy, I say.
Begin to-morrow an thou canst, my son,
And mind to do it well.

[_Exit Vicar and Child._

_Enter a group of women, and some children._

_Mrs. Thorpe._ Fine lot o' lights!

_Mrs. Jillifer._ Should be! Would folk put on their Sunday best
I' the week unless they looked to have it seen?