Lel. Have you dispatched him?
Wom. No; he would fain speak with you.
Lel. Wilt thou never learn more manners,
Than to draw in such needy Rascals to disquiet me?
Go, answer him I will not be at leasure.
Wom. He will needs speak with you; and good old man he weeps so,
That by my troth I have not the heart to deny him,
Pray let him speak with you.
Lel. Lord how tender stomach'd you are grown of late!
You are not in love with him, are ye?
If ye be, strike up the match; you shall have
Three l. and a pair of blankets! will ye go answer him?
Wom. Pray let him speak with you, he will not away else.
Lel. Well, let him in then if there be no remedy; I thank Heaven I am
Able to abuse him, I shall ne'r come clear else of him.
Enter Father.
Now Sir, what is your business? pray be short; for I have other
Matters of more moment to call me from ye.
Fa. If you but look upon me like a Daughter
And keep that love about ye that makes good
A Fathers hope, you'l quickly find my business,
And what I would say to you, and before
I ask, will be a giver: say that sleep,
I mean that love, or be but num'd within ye,
The nature of my want is such a searcher,
And of so mighty power, that where he finds
This dead forgetfulness, it works so strongly,
That if the least heat of a childs affection
Remain unperish'd, like another nature,
It makes all new again; pray do not scorn me,
Nor seem to make your self a greater business
Than my relieving.