OLD NONSUCH

Oh Neighbour Venture, do you not know that to marry a Child, is but to mar a man? for he that cuts a tender twig in springing, both mars his length and spoils his growing: my son shall first see twenty years of age, before my condesent shall once be given to make him father of a son: Beside, your daughter yet is very young: and though in Women's sex it's always seen, desire to marriage rides always in post; yet in their Inn repen tance is their host: the fault of this is always known to be, through foolish husbands: or such as are to young, for Children to their wives are Like fruit half ripe, they yield no taste, nor give no sweet delight. And he is welcome, what sudden gust (my Son) in hast hath blown thee hither, and made thee leave the Court, where so many earth-treading stars a dornes the sky of state? or as the summer's speckled flowery garment is spread about the seat of Majesty? what is the rea on thou hast left this earthly Paradise, to visit us be before our expectation? Thy answer with thy wisdom hath in riched thy welcome: deer friends, I pray you set your hands to this my deed. Why so, thou art and honest knave, go see that none want wine. How do you answer this Sir John? Nay good Mistress Correction, I must know what it is. Indeed a man should have a beard. Well mistress correction, your husband must have you back again: And thus in friendship ends long Jealous strife, With all things well, save Wages wants a wife. You see master Venture, the greatest comfort that is left me now, is only in my neighbours loves, where are these knaves there? What have they supped within. I would not have the worst complain of scar city or want of any thing, for Master Venture we shall car rye nothing with us, for naked we into the world came, with out that which we now possess and have, and without it we must unto the graven. Enter Sir John Correction. Oh Sir John, Sir John, I thank you for your homely to day, but it you have a fault sir John, the which in any of your Scholars would deserve a whipping: you are come to late, I and to a feast and all, well, well, well, but you shall fare the worse for this sir John. I am indeed Master Venture, I am indeed. Gentlemen and Women, ye are all welcome even with my heart, I with my heart i'faith. Oh neighbour Venture my Son and your Daughter now be married, what a joyful mask would this have been. Now may my blessiug raise thee from the ground. Speak, what are your grievances. Come, come woman, never be a shamed to tell (true. With all my heart: They Whisper They shall be welcome, even exceeding welcome, and I thank you too. Hark you neighbour, Sir John tells me that to honour me in this my predecessors still accustomed feast, four new married couples are heather come in a ma ke, newlle from the church, their feet not yet since their nuptial, have kisd their own thresholds. 'Tis true, 'tis true, yet though the fruit gone be, my grief you see, Like leaves stick upon this tree. but come neighbour come, lets fit & look upon this youth full dancing mirth, for youth and mirth have danced themselves out at heals with me. Nay, pray Gentlemen unmask, that we may know to whom we shall be thankful for this honour, how now my Son? With all my heart. No, why what does he want.