FLOWER

The conceit is good, Ferdinand intreats a mar riage with my daughter; good, very good: for he is a Gentle man of good carriage, a wise man, a rich man, a careful man, and therefore worthy of my daughters love: it shall be so. And here the Like to you from Anthony to that effect, this is no good conceit, if she be mine, she shall be Ferdinand. How wife? You will not cross my purpose, will you? Is she not my daughter? Yea but conceit me wife. By the Marry God wife, you vex me. I will not wed my daughter to that Anthony. Hold wife, hold, I advise thee swear not, For by him that made me, first I vow, She shall not touch the bed of Anthony. The devil's in this woman, how she thwarts me still! But conceit me wife, suppose we should con sent our daughter should wed either of them both, and she dislike the match, were that a good conceit? I would be loath to wed her against his will, Content thee wife, weel hear her resolution, And as I find her, to her own content To either of them she shall have my consent. Agreed, and faith wife 'tis a good conceit, And see where my daughter comes: welcome girl, How does your Mistress Phillis? God bless thee Phillis, rise. 'Tis good, I am glad she does so well; But list my daughter, I have golden news To impart unto thee: A golden, Golding, wench, must be thy husband, Is't not a good conceit? Then, my girl, thy conceit is very shallow, Master Ferdinand Golding is in love with thee. Ferdinand is rich, for he hath store of gold. Ferdinand is virtuous, full of modesty. Ferdinand is wise (being wise) who would not love him. In Ferdinand is all the beauty that may be. Thy good my daughter. But for thy illfare. The truth is this, that each of us hath taken A solemn vow, that thou my loving daughter Shalt wed with one of those two gentlemen: But yet refer the choice unto thy self, One thou shalt love, love Ferdinand, if me. Think on't, my girl, we will withdraw a while. How now my souls best hope! tell me, my girl, Shall Ferdinand be he? Marry with all my heart. Fiddle, bid master Berry welcome. I'll tell you sir, it is a rare conceit, My wife would have her marry Anthony, The younger brother, but against her mind, I will contract her unto Ferdinand, And I have sent for you and other friends, To witness it; and 'tis a good conceit. Fiddle, are all our guests come yet? Welcome M. Golding, yare very welcome sir. A letter sir, it is a good conceit, I'll read it strait, Master Flower, I am beholding to you for your kindness, and your furtherance in my love-suite, but my mind is chan ged, and I will not marry your daughter, and so farewell. This is no good conceit: what Ferdinand, Delude old Flower, make me deceive my friends, Make my wife laugh, and triumph in her will, What think you Fiddle? Thou sayest true Fiddle, 'tis a bade conceit, But hear you sir. I understand by Fiddle your forwardness in my suit to your daughter: but nevertheless I am determined to draw back, and commit your daughter to her best Fortune's, and your self to God; Farewell. I understand by Fiddle your forwardness in my suit to your daughter: but nevertheless I am determined to draw back, and commit your daughter to her best Fortune's, and your self to God; Farewell. Why this is Like my husbands bade conceit, Have you ore-reachd me Flower, you crafty fox? This is your doing, but for all your sleight I'll cross you if my purpose hit aright. Master Golding. A ring of hers! 'tis well. With all my heart, and 'tis a good conceit, And heeres my hand, son Golding, thou shalt have her. Welcome good son, 'tis well, by this conceit My wife will be prevented of her will: I would not for the half of all my wealth, My cross-word wife had compassed her intent: Now wife. You still maintain the suit for Anthony, Yowl have your will, and I must break my word. No! Well wife, I am vexed, and by Gods precious. Hearst thou wife, be quiet, thou knowest my humour. Thus to be crossed, it is no good conceit. Wife, speakest thou with thy heart? Dost thou indeed? Then 'tis a good conceit: would, would; I see 'tis sometime good to look aloft, Come hither wife, because thou art so humble, I'll tell thee all, I have received a letter From Ferdinand, wherein he sends me word, He will not marry with my daughter Phillis, And therefore I was full determined To cross thy purpose, that his brother Frank Should marry her, and so I still intend: What sayest thou wife, dost thou assent thereto? Why now thou showest thy self obedient, And thou dost please me with thy good conceit. Faith master Berry, Barnara speaks well, and with a good conceit. Then master Berry, follow my conceit, Cancel his bound, and let him have your daughter. To die a maid, that is no good conceit. With me sir. What is he knave? Speak with him! no, it is no good conceit, I know he comes to run away with thee. Thou sayest true Fiddle, 'tis a good conceit: Go call him in, Frank Golding, it is he. Exit Fid. In the lame knaves disguise, a good conceit; Enter Frank Now sir, whats the news with you, you come to speak with my daughter? What work, you knave? no, thou hast some conceit, to rob me of my daughter; but away: I Like not that conceit out of my doors. My word is passed, and yet for all my rage, I rather choose to fail in my conceit, And wed thee Phillis to thy own content. Here, take my daughter, Cripple, love her well, Be kind to her, and isle be kind to thee, Thou art but poor, well I will make thee rich, And so God bless you, with a good conceit. 'Tis well done Frank, I applaud thy wit, And now I know I fail not in conceit. My promise; why sir, you refused my promise, And sent me word so in your letter. Yea, but conceit me Gentlemen, what do you mean to spoil my daughter? you claim her, and I have gi ven her your younger brother; this is no good conceit: why how now Phillis, still drooping, cheer thee my girl, see a company of Gentlemen are at strife for thy love; look up, and in this fair assembly make thine own choice; choose where thou wilt, and use thine own conceit. I will. Arrest me upon felony! at whose suit? Words here are little worth, wife and friends all Go with me to my trial, you shall see A good conceit now brought to infamy. Exeunt. And I will make her jointure of a hundred pounds by year: it is a very good conceit, and why? because the worthy portion betters my conceit, which being good in conceiving well of the Gentleman's good parts, the proffe read jointure adds to my conceit, and betters it, very good. What, Fiddle ! It shall be so; and 'tis a good conceit, It shall be so if but to cross my wife, Hark master Golding, the conceit does Like me. You love my daughter, so me thought you said; You said moreover, that she loves you well, This love on both sides is a good conceit. But are you sure sir, that my daughter loves you? I say, she shall. And I have sent for my neighbour M. Berry to bear me company, And now Fiddle, I am going on my way. Why Fiddle, are we not going? Before God 'tis true, I am not ready yet: whats he? At your pleasure, heeres none but my man Fiddle, By your leave sir, captain Racket is your name. It is a good conceit, I pray proceed. Oh, you would borrow money of me. Thats no good conceit. A Diamond, is it a Diamond, or but a counterfeit? Fiddle, my spectacles. Then 'tis a good conceit: my spectacles. Where sir? Oh 'tis good, it is a good conceit: well sir, ten pound, You are content if at three months end, You bring me not ten pound in English coin, This diamond shall be my proper own. A diamond worth forty for ten pound, If he return not safe from Barbary, 'Tis good, a very good conceit. Enter M. Berry. With all my heart sir, and as we go, I'll tell you my conceit, come master Berry. Exeunt. Now afore God a very good conceit, But too much sleep hath over taken me, The night hath played the swift-foot runaway: A good conceit, a very good conceit, What Fiddle, arise Fiddle, Fiddle I say. Fiddle, it is a very good conceit. What dost thou mean? No, Fiddle, that were no good conceit Fiddle, Well Fiddle, thou art and honest fellow. I'll swear for thee Fiddle. I love thee Fiddle. No Fiddle, that were no good conceit. Fiddle, thou toldst me, M. Golding was in love with my daughter. And he intreats me to meet him at the star in cheap, to talk concerning the match. I, here it is, and 'tis a good conceit. Will you go near sir? Fiddle, make him drink. Welcome good master Berry, I was bold to entreat your company to speak with a friend of mine, It is some trouble, but the conceit is good. Before God a very good conceit, Hence baggage, out of my sighed, Come not within my doors, thou hadst been better, Run millions of miles bore footed, then Thus by your coy disdain to have deluded me. O mine own flesh and blood, the mirror of wit! Now will I hence, and with all the speed I may Send for my son, isle have it done this day. Exit old Flow. This is no good conceit; hath Captain Racket, Banded old Flower to such and exegent? I hope my credit somewhat will assist me; Well, whither must I go? What? is she dead? it is no good conceit. Speak to me Phillis, Oh unhappy time, Sweet Girl, deer daughter, Oh my only joy, Speak to thy father wench, in some conceit, What, not a word? Speak to me, daughter. And thou shalt have, what not? couetst thou gold? Thou shalt not want for crowns, thou shalt have all. Oh was my fury author of thy trance? Did I deny thy loves access to thee? Speak but one word and thou shalt be his wife, By heaven thou shalt. Now wife, if young Frank Golding were come back, To sum our wish, it were a good conceit: Enter Phi. Why how now Phillis, sad, come tell me wench, Art thou resolved yet for to have thy husband? What would he have? he hath no good conceit, 'Tis he that hath bewitched my daughters heart, He is a knave, go send him packing hence. Sir, the conceit is doubtful, give me leave but to consider of it by my self. Welcome good master Berry, is your stomach up sir? It is a good conceit i'faith. Why then old Flower, isle cross your close intent. Withal my heart, and 'tis a good conceit. 'Tis a rare conceit i'faith. What shall she not?