Always except your self.
Old K. Has giv'n't me twice now.
All with a breath, I thank him; but that I love a Wit
I should be heartily angry; cuds, my Neece,
You know the business with her.
Cun. With a Woman?
'Tis ev'n the very same it was I'm sure
Five thousand years ago, no fool can miss it.
Old K. This is the Gentleman I promis'd Neece,
To present to your affection.
Cun. ['W]are that Arrow.
Old K. Deliver me the truth now of your liking.
Cun. I'm spoil'd already, that such poor lean Game
Should be found out as I am.
Old K. Go set to her Sir – ha, ha, ha.
Cun. How noble is this virtue in you, Lady,
Your eye may seem to commit a thousand slaughters
On your dull servants which truly tasted
Conclude all in comforts.
Old K. Puh.
Neece. It rather shews what a true worth can make,
Such as yours is.
Old K. And that's not worth a groat,
How like you him Neece?
Neece. It shall appear how well, Sir,
I humbly thank you for him.
Old K. Hah? ha, good gullery, he does it well i'faith,
Light, as if he meant to purchase Lip-land there:
Hold, hold, bear off I say, slid your part hangs too long.
Cun. My joys are mockeries.
Neece. Y'have both exprest a worthy care and love, Sir,
Had mine own eye been set at liberty,
To make a publick choice (believe my truth, Sir)
It could not ha' done better for my heart
Than your good providence has.
Old K. You will say so then,
Alas sweet Neece, all this is but the scabbard,
Now I draw forth the weapon.
Neece. How?
Old K. Sir Gregory,
Approach thou lad of thousands.
Sir Gr. Who calls me?
Neece. What motion's this, the Model of Ninivie?
Old K. Accost her daintily now, let me advise thee.
Sir Gr. I was advis'd to bestow dainty cost on you.
Neece. You were ill advis'd, back, and take better counsel;
You may have good for an Angel, the least cost
You can bestow upon a woman, Sir
Trebles ten Counsellors Fees in Lady-ware,
Y'are over head and ears, e'r you be aware,
Faith keep a batchelor still, and go to Bowls, Sir,
Follow your Mistriss there, and prick and save, Sir;
For other Mistresses will make you a slave, Sir.
Sir Gr. So, so, I have my lerrepoop already.
Old K. Why how now Neece, this is the man I tell you.
Neece. He, hang him, Sir, I know you do but mock,
This is the man you would say.
Old K. The Devil rides I think.
Cun. I must use cunning here.
Old K. Make me not mad, use him with all respect,
This is the man I swear.
Neece. Would you could perswade me to that;
Alass, you cannot go beyond me Uncle,
You carry a Jest well, I must confess,
For a man of your years, but —
Old K. I'm wrought beside my self.
Cun. I never beheld comliness till this minute.
Guar. Oh good sweet Sir, pray offer not these words
To an old Gentlewoman.
Neece. Sir.
Cun. Away fifteen,
Here's Fifty one exceeds thee.
Neece. What's the business?
Cun. Give me these motherly creatures, come, ne'er smother it,
I know you are a teeming woman yet.
Guard. Troth a young Gent. might do much I think, Sir.
Cun. Go too then.
Guard. And I should play my part, or I were ingrateful.
Neece. Can you so soon neglect me!
Cun. Hence I'm busie.
Old K. This cross point came in luckily, impudent baggage.
Hang from the Gentleman, art thou not asham'd
To be a Widows hind'rance?
Cun. Are you angry, Sir?
Old K. You're welcome, pray court on, I shall desire
Your honest wise acquaintance; vex me not
After my care and pains to find a match for thee,
Lest I confine thy life to some out-chamber,
Where thou shalt waste the sweetness of thy youth,
Like a consuming Light in her own socket,
And not allow'd a male creature about thee;
A very Monky, thy necessity
Shall prize at a thousand pound, a Chimney sweeper
At Fifteen hundred.
Neece. But are you serious, Uncle?
Old K. Serious.
Neece. Pray let me look upon the Gentleman
With more heed; then I did but hum him over
In haste, good faith, as Lawyers Chancery sheets;
Beshrew my blood, a tollerable man,
Now I distinctly read him.
Sir Gr. Hum, hum, hum.
Neece. Say he be black, he's of a very good pitch,
Well ankled, two good confident calves, they look
As if they would not shrink at the ninth child;
The redness i'th face, why that's in fashion,
Most of your high bloods have it, sign of greatness