Ge. Body-o’-truth! chittizens,[28] chittizens! Sweet knight, as soon as ever we are married, take me to thy mercy out of this miserable chitty; presently carry me out of the scent of Newcastle coal, and the hearing of Bow-bell; I beseech thee down with me, for God sake!
To. Well, daughter, I have read that old wit sings:—
The greatest rivers flow from little springs:
Though thou art full, scorn not thy means at first,
He that’s most drunk may soonest be athirst.
Work upon that now. 294
[All but Touchstone, Mildred, and Golding depart.
No, no! yond’ stand my hopes—Mildred, come hither, daughter. And how approve you your sister’s fashion? how do you fancy her choice? what dost thou think?
Mi. I hope as a sister, well.
To. Nay but, nay but, how dost thou like her behaviour and humour? Speak freely. 300
Mi. I am loth to speak ill; and yet I am sorry of this, I cannot speak well.
To. Well; very good, as I would wish; a modest