Chapter XI: Act II: , Scaena 3

WILL. Ah flattering quean, how neatly she can talk, How minionly she trips, how sadly she can walk! Well, wanton, yet beware that ye be sound and sure, Fair words are wont ofttimes fair women to allure, Now must I get me home, and make report of this To him, that thinks it long till my return, i-wis.

[_Exit_.

ACT III., SCAENA 1.

WIT _and_ WILL.

WIT. Say'st thou me so, boy? will she have me indeed?

WILL. Be of good cheer, sir; I warrant you to speed.

WIT. Did both her parents speak well to her of me?

WILL. As heart can think; go on, and you shall see.

WIT. How took she the picture? How liketh she my person?

WILL. She never had done toting[392] and looking thereon.

WIT. And when must I come to talk with her my fill?

WILL. Whensoever you please, and as oft as you will.

WIT. O my sweet boy, how shall I recompense Thy faithful heart and painful diligence? My hope, my stay, my wealth, the key of all my joy!

WILL. I pray you, sir, call me your man, and not your boy.

WIT. Thou shalt be what thou wilt, all in all.

WILL. Promise me faithfully that, if your wife brawl, Or set her father to check me out of measure, You will not see me abused to their pleasure.

WIT. Give me thy hand, take here my faith and troth, I will maintain thee, howsoever the world goeth.