Set. Take here the mighty queen of good and ill, Fortune; first marry, then enjoy thy fill Of lawful pleasures; but depart ere morn; Slip from her bed, or else thou shalt be torn Piecemeal by fiends; thy blood caroused in bowls, And thy four quarters blown to the top of Paul's.
Lov. By your favour, I'll never venture. Is marrying the business? I'll none, I thank you.
[Here CONSTANCE whispers SETSTONE.
Set. Fortune will turn her back if twice denied.
Lav. Why, she may turn her girdle too on t'other side[A]. This is the devil; I will not venture on her.
[Footnote A: A usual expression of indifference for a man's displeasure.]
Set. Fear not; she swears thou shalt receive no harm.
Lov. Ay, if a man durst trust her; but the devil is got into such an ill name of lying—
Set. Whene'er you are not pleased, it shall be lawful to sue out your divorce.
Lov. Ay, but where shall I get a lawyer? there you are aforehand with me; you have retained most of them already. For the favours I have received, I am very much her servant; but, in the way of matrimony, Mr Parson there can tell you 'tis an ordinance, and must not be entered into without mature deliberation; besides, marriages, you know, are made in heaven; and that I am sure this was not.