Sir Lio. That I am, i’faith, fair Crisp; and I can tell you, would you affect me, I have it in me yet, i’faith.
Cri. Troth I am in love; let me see your hand: would you cast yourself away upon me willingly?
Sir Lio. Will I? Ay, by the——
Cri. Would you be a cuckold willingly? By my troth ’tis a comely, fine, and handsome sight, for one of my years to marry an old man; truth, ’tis restorative; what a comfortable thing it is to think of her husband, to hear his venerable cough o’ the everlastings, to feel his rough skin, his summer hands and winter legs, his almost no eyes, and assuredly no teeth; and then to think what she must dream of, when she considers others’ happiness and her own want! ’tis a worthy and notorious comfortable match. 27
Sir Lio. Pish, pish! will you have me?
Cri. Will you assure me——
Sir Lio. Five hundred pound jointure?
Cri. That you will die within this fortnight?
Sir Lio. No, by my faith, Cris.
Cri. Then Crisp by her faith assures you she’ll have none of you.