Scaen. 2.
What has your daughter seen him yet? know you that?
No matter, she shall love him.
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What has your daughter seen him yet? know you that?
No matter, she shall love him.
I say still she shall love him.
Why do you think that women love with reason?
Th'art a sweet Lady, Sister, and a witty—
No, why so Lady?
Light her now Brother.
Good Father!
Oh strange!
What, my Ladies Tailor?
I, and I beat him too.
Now you talk on 'em;
There was a Poulterers wife made a great complaint of you last night to your Gardianer, that you struck a bump in her childes head, as big as an Egg.
An Egg may prove a Chicken then in time; the Poulterers wife will get by't. When I am in game, I am furious; came my Mothers eyes in my way, I would not lose a fair end: No, were she alive, but with one tooth in her head, I should venture the striking out of that. I think of no body, when I am in play. I am so earnest. Coads-me, my Gardianer! Prethee lay up my Cat and Cat-stick safe.
Where Sir, i'th' Chimney-corner?
Chimney Corner!
Marry, that I am afraid on▪
Ward.
Why Ward. I say.
Do you hear Sir? follow me, I must new School you.
You'll make me blush anon.
Since I first saw you Neece, and left Bologna
Why so you ever said, and I believ'd it.