Clo. help’d her; there your charity would haue lack’d footing.
Shep. heere boy. Now blesse thy selfe: thou met’st with things
Shep. dying, I with things new borne. Here’s a sight for thee:
Shep. Looke thee, a bearing‑cloath for a Squires childe: looke
Shep. thee heere, take vp, take vp (Boy:) open’t: so, let’s see, it
Shep. was told me I should be rich by the Fairies. This is some
Clo. youth are forgiuen you, you’re well to liue. Golde, all