MISTRESS GOLDSWORTH

What, leaving us already, noble Sir? Why husband, what do y'meane? no more respect To a man honourable? you're not going Sir? What do you talk of children? Is he not honourable, a proper Knight? Shall not our daughter be a Lady, and I a Ladies mother? And the Heralds know That is some privilege; you have seen many Eunuchs With a black beard; he is a man I warrant him, He has the right hair, Husband, for a woman, I know it by experience: tell not me, Suppose he were and Eunuch, he I say Is honourable, and any body can get children, That's the least thing of a hundred And the woman be but fruitful. Wil't please you Sir, to walk in, and speak to my daughter? Come, I will direct you. Exeunt. They are here Sir, at full view. A Knight I'll assure you. Daughter, I must counsel you to respect This honourable man, you do not know What it's to be a Lady, and take place, Such titles come not every day, observe With what a comely garb he walks, and how He bends his subtle body, take him a my word, A man of his complexion loves a woman naturally. Pray come nearer Sir. It's a fault, and I must blame him, that he is no for warder. When will you please Sir Gervace, to visit us again? Nay, it shall be yours. He compliments, Exeunt. With your favour I must chide you Sir, not once speak to My daughter, she expects to be courted with kisses and embraces. Here they are, I'll not trouble you. Exit. Sir I hope, you and my Daughter are agreed, Nay nay, I told you, you should find him honourable Nay, and he'll perform: Well, for this act of duty, I shall find Some gold beside thy portion, i'th mean time I'll move thy father to conclude the marriage: And here he is already. Sir have patience, I have not been so hasty, To become tedious at last, refer that to my care; Since you have made a marriage in your hearts, The Church shall soon confirm it. To prison with your servants Husband; hang Them all, unless they find our daughters. They never used Thus to absent themselves; O me unhappy! I would have had them more restrained, young wenches That have so many suitors, grow soon wanton, And throw off their obedience; had you been Forward as I, they had been married; And then we had not suffered this perplexity. I did commend and honourable man, But your deliberation hath marred all, And they were here again— No, no, lost? They'll come again, double I warrant you, And perhaps Triple, with some unthrift husbands, Of their own choosing. You must think They have servants of their own, for such a business, Young maids have plenty of such waiting men, And this has been a long conspiracy, I'll lay my life. They that have found em, will too soon I fear, Altar the property. We have lost our daughters, and that's two for one. 'Tis something that he says. Sweet husband let us go to they, I have herd Poets talk much of Elysium, I would feign see whither they be ho nest of their words or no. I guess some of them, o that I were in Elysium Aur. unveils. Where's Aurelia ? Since there no remedy, I bless you both, but I did Eug. un veils. wish—