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Well, sir, we thought this end o' the room
was dark.
_V_. Indeed! So 't is. There's my new study lamp--
_S_. 'T would stand, sir, well beside yon laurel wreath.
Shall I go fetch it?
_V._ Do, we must not fail.
Bring candles also.
[_Exit Schoolmaster. Vicar arranges chairs._
Now, small six years old,
And why may you be here?
_Child._ I'm helping father;
But, father, why d'you take such pains?
_V._ Sweet soul,
That's what I'm for!
_C._ What, and for nothing else?
_V._ Yes! I'm to bring thee up to be a man.
_C._ And what am I for?
_V._ There, I'm busy now.
_C._ Am I to bring you up to be a child?
_V._ Perhaps! Indeed, I have heard it said thou art.
_C._ Then when may I begin?
_V._ I'm busy, I say.
Begin to-morrow an thou canst, my son,
And mind to do it well.
[_Exit Vicar and Child._
_Enter a group of women, and some children.


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