Pe. Out of my fortune, what a death is my life bound face to face to! The best is, a large time-fitted conscience is bound to nothing: marriage is but a form in the school of policy, to which scholars sit fastened only with painted chains. Old Security’s young wife is ne’er the further off with me.
Qu. Thereby lies a tale, sir. The old usurer will be here instantly, with my punk Sindefy, whom you know your lady has promised me to entertain for her gentlewoman; and he (with a purpose to feed on you) invites you most solemnly by me to supper. 312
Pe. It falls out excellently fitly: I see desire of gain makes jealousy venturous.
See, Frank, here comes my lady. Lord! how she views thee! she knows thee not, I think, in this bravery.
Ge. How now? who be you, I pray?
Qu. One Master Francis Quicksilver, an’t please your ladyship.
Ge. God’s my dignity! as I am a lady, if he did not make me blush so that mine eyes stood a-water. Would I were unmarried again! 322
Enter Security and Sindefy.
Where’s my woman, I pray?