Sir Anth. It may be not, Sirrah, if it be my will and pleasure.
—Why how now! saucy Boys be their own Carvers?
Sir Char. Sir, I am all Obedience. [Bowing and sighing.
Sir Anth. Obedience! Was ever such a Blockhead! Why then, if I command it, you will not love this Woman?
Sir Char. No, Sir.
Sir Anth. No, Sir! But I say, Yes, Sir, love her me; and love her me like a Man too, or I’ll renounce ye, Sir.
Sir Char. I’ve try’d all ways to win upon her Heart,
Presented, writ, watcht, fought, pray’d, kneel’d, and wept.
Sir Anth. Why, there’s it now; I thought so: kneel’d
and wept! a Pox upon thee—I took thee for a prettier Fellow—
You shou’d have huft and bluster’d at her door,
Been very impudent and saucy, Sir,
Leud, ruffling, mad; courted at all hours and seasons;
Let her not rest, nor eat, nor sleep, nor visit.
Believe me, Charles, Women love Importunity.
Watch her close, watch her like a Witch, Boy,
Till she confess the Devil in her,—Love.
Sir Char. I cannot, Sir,
Her Eyes strike such an awe into my Soul—
Sir Anth. Strike such a Fiddle-stick.—Sirrah, I say, do’t; what, you can towse a Wench as handsomely—You can be leud enough upon occasion. I know not the Lady, nor her Fortune; but I’m resolv’d thou shalt have her, with practising a little Courtship of my Mode.—Come—Come, my Boy Charles, since thou must needs be doing, I’ll shew thee how to go a Widow-wooing.