Witty. With that condition, Sir,
I dare recall him [were] he enter'd the Church,
So much interest of love I assure in him.
Old K. Sir, it shall be no loss to you if you do.
Witty. I, but these are words still, will not the deeds
Be wanting at the recovery, if it should be agen?
O[l]d K. Why here fool, I am provided, five hunder'd in earnest,
Of the thousands in her Dower, but were they married once,
I'd cut him short enough, that's my agreement.
Witty. I, now I perceive some purpose in you, Father.
Old K. But wherefore is she then stol'n out of doors to him?
Witty. To him? oh fie upon your error, she has another object, believe it, Sir.
Old K. I never could perceive it.
Cun. I did Sir, and to her shame I should speak it,
To my own sorrow I saw it, dalliance,
Nay, dotage with a very Clown, a Fool.
Old K. Wit and wantons? nothing else? nothing else?
She love a fool? she'll sooner make a Fool
Of a wise man.