_Wood._ Sure you expect some kindness in return.

_Aldo._ Faith, not much: Nature in me is at low water-mark; my body's
a jade, and tires under me; yet I love to smuggle still in a corner;
pat them down, and pur over them; but, after that, I can do them
little harm.

_Wood._ Then I'm acquainted with your business: You would be a kind of
deputy-fumbler under me.

_Aldo._ You have me right. Be you the lion, to devour the prey; I am
your jackall, to provide it for you: There will be a bone for me to
pick.

_Wood._ Your humility becomes your age. For my part, I am vigorous,
and throw at all.

_Aldo._ As right as if I had begot thee! Wilt thou give me leave to
call thee son?

_Wood._ With all my heart.

_Aldo._ Ha, mad son!

_Wood._ Mad daddy!

_Aldo._ Your man told me, you were just returned from travel: What
parts have you last visited?

_Wood._ I came from France.