_Host._ Ha! Who told thee my carnal name? I
prithee abstain. It doth remind me of the bonds of
the flesh.

_Will._ Simply, thou art known to me. I am William
Nutbrown.

_Host._ Nay! What, mine own friend Will, that had
his bastard fathered on me? Why, he was a youth!

_Will._ He was! A youth of promise. Behold the
fulfilment in these legs, this manly bosom!

_Host._ O wonderful! and to think I knew thee not!
But thou art horribly, and as it were most monstrously
improved? Will Nutbrown! to be sure--and whence
comest thou?

_Will._ From the land of beccaficos, mine old
Newborn! but thou understandest not--thou hast merely
observed the increase of local timber and the decay of
pigeon-houses. Thy sole chronicle hath been the ripe
birth of undistinguishable curly-headed village
children, and the green burial of undistinguished village
bald old men hath been thine only lesson. Thou hast
simply acquired amazement at the actions of the man
of experience. Doth a quart measure still hold a quart?

_Host._ Alas! more--I will tell thee of it. These be