Love. You lie, boy; As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you. Kas. Anon! Love. Come, will you quarrel? I will feize you, sirrah; Why do you not buckle to your tools? Kas. Od's light, This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw ! Love. What, do you change your copy now? proceed, Here stands my dove: stoop at her, if you dare. Kas. 'Slight, I must love him! I can not choose, i' faith, And I should be hang'd for 't! Suster, I protest, I honour thee for this match. Love. O, do you so, sir? Kas. Yes, and thou canst take tobacco and drink, old boy, I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage Than her own state. Love. Fill a pipe full, Jeremy. Face. Yes; but go in and take it, sir. Love. We will I will be ruled by thee in anything, Jeremy. Kas. 'Slight, thou art not hide-bound, thou art a jovy boy! Come, let us in, I pray thee, and take our whiffs. Love. Whiff in with your sister, brother boy. [Exeunt KAS. and Dame P.] That master That hath received such happiness by a servant, In such a widow, and with so much wealth, Were very ungrateful, if he would not be A little indulgent to that servant's wit, And help his fortune, though with some small strain Of his own candour. [Advancing.]- Therefore, gentlemen, An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think Stretch age's truth sometimes, and crack it too. Speak for thyself, knave. Face. So I will, sir. [Advancing to the front of the stage.] Gentlemen, My part a little fell in this last scene, Yet 't was decorum. And though I am clean [Exeunt. |