_Flor._ Well, father, leave me to myself awhile.
I would obey you if I could.

_Sir Sim._ That's right.
You know I'm rough, but then who loves you like
A father? You ought not to try me thus;
Indeed you ought not. Come, my dear, we'll go,
And find your cousin. [_FLORENCE hesitates._] Hey! not now? Beware,
'Tis better now! no nonsense. Come, come, come.
You know you can do what you please with me,
But then you must be more obedient--so!
[_Going slowly, R._]
Your hand! You do me harm, girl! with this strife.
Gently--your cousin never frets me thus. [_Exeunt, R._]

[_Enter BASIL reading a letter, WILLIAM following, L.
FLORENCE returns, R., and steals behind them, and
listens to their conversation._]

_Basil._ [_With a letter in his hand._] Good William,
thou shalt drink to me. [_Gives him money._]
And art thou still called thirsty William?

_Will._ What answer shall I bear to my master?

_Basil._ Thy master? 'Tis a good youth, though a
wild--I hope he be well. Yet, frankly, I would that
he had not just now returned. Our uncle is so violent,
and will not hear his name. Arthur hath been so