AUDREY

Oh their naked weapons! Oh my Father, and Mother! But is not Puppy hurt? nor the tother man? Father— He that shall be My husband— Yes, I shall anon be married: That's he. Come Father; I would we were married: I am a cold. Mother, I'll go with you, and with my Father. What have you To do to ask, I pray you? I am a cold. You lie; I am as cold as Ice is: Feel else. Done with me? I do defy you. So I do, to say You have done with me: you are a awcy Puppy. Meant you not knavery; Puppy? No: not I. Clay meant you all the knavery, it seems, Who rather, then he would be married to you, Chosen to be wedded to the Gallows first. I thought he was a dissembler; he would prov A slippery Merchant in the frost. He might Have married one first, and have been hanged after, If he had had a mind to't. But you men, Fie on you. You are disposed to jeer one, Mr. Hannibal. Enter Hilts. Pity of me! the angry man with the beard! What Puppy? Puppy? Alas Sir, what is't you would have me do? I'd feign do all for the best, if I knew how. No Mistress, Sir, my name is Awdrey. Squire Tub, you mean? I know him: he knows me too. I, so he told me: in his wits, I think. But he's too fine for me; and has a Lady Tub to his Mother. Here he comes himself! You are a merry man, Squire Tub, of Totten! I have herd much of your words, but not of your deeds. Yet, I was never so straightlaced to you, Squire. Love you? I cannot tell: I must hate no body, My Father says. It shall be for your sake then. He offers to kiss her. She puts him back. Soft, and fair, Squire, there go two word's to a bargain. Nay, I cannot tell. My Mother said, zure, if you married me, You'd make me a Lady the first week: and put me In, I know not what, the very day. A velvet dressing for my head, it is, They say will make one brave: I will not know Bess Moale, nor Margery Turne-up: I will look Another way upon them, and be proud. Was ever silly Maid thus posted off? That should have had three husbands in one day; Yet (by bade fortune) am possessed of none? I went to Church to have been wed to Clay; Then Squire Tub he seized me on the way, And thought to have had me: but he missed his aim; And Justice Bramble (nearest of the three) Was well nigh married to me; when by chance, In rushed my Father, and broke off that dance. Husbands, they say, grow thick; but thin are sown, I care not who it be, so I have one. Now out on me! what shall I do then? His worship now, and then, please you, takes pains To see my Father, and Mother: But for me, I know my self too mean for his high thoughts To stoop at, more then asking a light question, To make him merry, or to pass his time. They go out. Mother, the still Sow eats up all the draff. I love not to be led: I'ld go alone. You are too finical form; speak plain Sir. Forbear Squire Tub, as mine own mother says; I am not for your mowing. Yowl be flown Ere I be fledge. Now, out upon you, are you not ashamed? What will my Lady say? In faith I think She was at our house: And I think she asked for you: And I think she hit me in the teeth with you, I thank her Ladyship, and I think she means Not to go hence, till she has found you. How say you? Yes, twenty words. No Sir, what's that? If't be a toy, it's good to play withal. If you do mean to stand so long upon it; I pray you let me give it a short cut, Sir. You are disposed to ask. Nay, now I see you are disposed indeed. In as plain terms, I tell you who would have me. John Clay would have me, but he hath too hard hands; I Like not him: beside, he is a thief. And Justice Bramble, he would feign have catched me: But the young Squire, he, rather then his life, Would have me yet; and make me a Lady, he says, And be my Knight; to do me true Knights service, Before his Lady Mother. Can you make me A Lady, would I have you? Is the Squire gone? I am thine.