STRUMBO.
Nay, neighbour Oliver, if you be so what, come,
prepare your self. You shall find two as stout
fellows of us, as any in all the North.

OLIVER.
No, by my dorth, neighbor Strumbo. Ich zee dat
you are a man of small zideration, dat will zeek to
injure your old vriends, one of your vamiliar guests;
and derefore, zeeing your pinion is to deal withouten
reazon, ich and my zon William will take dat course,
dat shall be fardest vrom reason. How zay you, will
you have my daughter or no?

STRUMBO.
A very hard question, neighbour, but I will solve it
as I may. What reason have you to demand it of me?

WILLIAM.
Marry, sir, what reason had you, when my sister was
in the barn, to tumble her upon the hay, and to fish her
belly.

STRUMBO.
Mass, thou saist true. Well, but would you have me
marry her therefore? No, I scorn her, and you. Aye,
I scorn you all.

OLIVER.
You will not have her then?