Act. 1.
Scaen. 1.
What's this Gentlewoman?
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What's this Gentlewoman?
That I did questionless.
Thus.
Wilt please you to walk in daughter?
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.
Farewel, I must not.
But this one night I prethee.
Since it must, farewel too.
Now they come, now they come.
The Duke.
The State.
How near Boy?
I'th' next street Sir, hard at hand.
Fetch her to't then, away Sir.
Is he old then?
About some fifty five.
He's worthy to be mark'd.
I hope so always:
I hear 'em near us now, do you stand easily?
Exceeding well, good Mother.
Take this stool.
I need it not I thank you.
Use your will then.
How like you Daughter?
Most likely so.
Come, come, we'll end this Argument be∣low.