To add to your lascivious lust, the sin By any unchaste word to tempt my constancy, Of holy marriage. I have said enough; Sir Ar. Get you to your nunnery, There freeze in your old cloister: this is fine! Win. Good angels guide me! Sir, you'll give me leave To weep and pray for your conversion? Sir Ar. Yes; Away to Waltham. Pox upon your honesty! To Win. None that I'll send for you, for hire of a damnation. When I am gone, think on my just complaint; [Exit. Sir Ar. Go thy ways; as changeable a bag gage As ever cozen'd knight; I'm glad I am rid of her. Honest! marry hang her! Thorney is my debtor; I thought to have paid him too; but fools have [Exit. fortune. SCENE II.--Edmonton. House. A Room in CARTER'S Enter Old THORNEY and CARTER. Thor. You offer, master Carter, like a gentleman; I cannot find fault with it, 'tis so fair. ter. Car. No gentleman I, master Thorney; spare the mastership, call me by my name, John CarMaster is a title my father, nor his before him, were acquainted with; honest Hertfordshire yeomen; such an one am I; my word and my deed shall be proved one at all times. I mean to give you no security for the marriage-money. Thor. How! no security? although it need not so long as you live; yet who is he has surety of his life one hour? Men, the proverb says, are mortal; else, for my part, I distrust you not, were the sum double. Car. Double, treble, more or less, I tell you, master Thorney, I'll give no security. Bonds and bills are but terriers to catch fools, and keep lazy knaves busy; my security shall be present payment. And we here, about Edmonton, hold present payment as sure as an alderman's bond in London, master Thorney. Thor. I cry you mercy, sir, I understood you not. Car. I like young Frank well, so does my Susan too; the girl has a fancy to him, which makes me ready in my purse. There be other suitors within, that make much noise to little purpose. If Frank love Sue, Sue shall have none but Frank: 'tis a mannerly girl, master Thorney, though but an homely man's daughter; there have worse faces looked out of black bags, man. Thor. You speak your mind freely and honestly. I marvel my son comes not; I am sure he will be here some time to-day. Car. To-day or to-morrow, when he comes he shall be welcome to bread, beer, and beef, yeoman's fare; we have no kickshaws: full dishes, whole belly-fulls. Should I diet three days at one of the slender city-suppers, you might send me to Barber-Surgeon's hall the fourth day, to hang up for an anatomy.-Here come they that Enter WARBECK with SUSAN, SOMERTON with How now, girls! every day play-day with you? Valentine's day, too, all by couples? Thus will young folks do when we are laid in our graves, master Thorney; here's all the care they take. And how do you find the wenches, gentlemen? have they any mind to a loose gown and a strait shoe? Win 'em and wear 'em; they shall choose for themselves by my consent. War. You speak like a kind father. Sue, thou hear'st The liberty that's granted thee; what sayest thou? Wilt thou be mine? Sus. Your what, sir? I dare swear Never your wife. War. Canst thou be so unkind, Considering how dearly I affect thee, Nay, dote on thy perfections? Sus. You are studied, Too scholar-like, in words I understand not. As you are. War. By the honour of gentility Sus. Good sir, no swearing; yea and nay with us Prevail above all oaths you can invent. War. By this white hand of thine Sus. Take a false oath! Fie, fie! flatter the wise; fools not regard it, War. Dost thou despise me? Car. Let them talk on, master Thorney; I know Sue's mind. The fly may buzz about the candle, he shall but singe his wings when all's done; Frank, Frank is he has her heart. Som. But shall I live in hope, Kate? Kath. Better so, Than be a desperate man. To add to your lascivious lust, the sin By any unchaste word to tempt my constancy, Of holy marriage. I have said enough; Sir Ar. Get you to your nunnery, There freeze in your old cloister: this is fine! Win. Good angels guide me! Sir, you'll give me leave To weep and pray for your conversion? Sir Ar. Yes; Away to Waltham. Pox upon your honesty! To Win. None that I'll send for you, for hire of a damnation. When I am gone, think on my just complaint; [Exit. Sir Ar. Go thy ways; as changeable a bag gage As ever cozen'd knight; I'm glad I am rid of her. Honest! marry hang her! Thorney is my debtor; I thought to have paid him too; but fools have fortune. [Exit. |