Wild. Art thou in earnest? by this cold Iron—
Lur. No oaths, I am not costive; here she comes.
Enter Mistriss.
Sweet-heart, I have brought a Gentleman,
A friend of mine to be acquainted with you,
He's other than he seems; why d'ye stare thus?
Mist. Oh Sir, forgive me, I have done ye wrong.
Lur. What's the matter? didst ever see her afore Jack?
Wild. Prethee do what thou wot wi'me, if thou hast
A mind, hang me up quickly.
Lur. Never despair, I'll give thee my share rather,
Take her, I hope she loves thee at first sight,
She has petticoats will patch thee up a suit;
I resign all, only I'll keep these trifles.
I took some pains for 'em, I take it Jack;
What think you pink of beauty, come let me
Counsel you both to marry, she has a trade,
If you have audacity to hook in Gamesters:
Let's ha a wedding, you will be wondrous rich;
For she is impudent, and thou art miserable;
'Twill be a rare match.
Mist. As you are a man, forgive me, I'll redeem all.
Lur. You wo'not to this geer of marriage then?