Page 2147 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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SON
With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
WIFE
Poor bird, thou’dst never fear
The net nor lime, the pitfall nor the gin!
SON
Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
WIFE
Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for a father? [40]
SON
Nay, how will you do for a husband?
WIFE
Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
SON
Then you’ll buy ’em to sell again.
WIFE
Thou speak’st with all thy wit;
And yet, i’faith, with wit enough for thee.
SON
Was my father a traitor, mother?
WIFE
Ay, that he was.
SON
What is a traitor?
WIFE
