"I am thine own Flibbertigibbet, man; and I have broken forth of bounds, along with my learned preceptor, as I told thee I would do, whether he would or not.
But what lady hast thou got with thee?
I saw thou wert at fault the first question was asked, and so I drew up for thy assistance.

But I must know all who she is, dear Wayland." "Thou shalt know fifty finer things, my dear ingle," said Wayland; "but a truce to thine inquiries just now.

And since you are bound for Kenilworth, thither will I too, even for the love of thy sweet face and waggish company." "Thou shouldst have said my waggish face and sweet company," said Dickie; "but how wilt thou travel with us--I mean in what character ?" "E'en in that thou hast assigned me, to be sure--as a juggler; thou knowest I am used to the craft," answered Wayland.
"Ay, but the lady ?" answered Flibbertigibbet.

"Credit me, I think she IS one and thou art in a sea of troubles about her at this moment, as I can perceive by thy fidgeting." "Oh, she, man!--she is a poor sister of mine," said Wayland; "she can sing and play o' the lute would win the fish out o' the stream." "Let me hear her instantly," said the boy, "I love the lute rarely; I love it of all things, though I never heard it." "Then how canst thou love it, Flibbertigibbet ?" said Wayland.
"As knights love ladies in old tales," answered Dickie--"on hearsay." "Then love it on hearsay a little longer, till my sister is recovered from the fatigue of her journey," said Wayland; muttering afterwards betwixt his teeth, "The devil take the imp's curiosity! I must keep fair weather with him, or we shall fare the worse." He then proceeded to state to Master Holiday his own talents as a juggler, with those of his sister as a musician.

Some proof of his dexterity was demanded, which he gave in such a style of excellence, that, delighted at obtaining such an accession to their party, they readily acquiesced in the apology which he offered when a display of his sister's talents was required.