Ge. Marry, fist[91] o’ your kindness! I thought as much. Come away, Sin, we shall as soon get a fart from a dead man,[92] as a farthing of courtesy here.
Mi. O, good sister!
Ge. Sister, sir reverence! Come away, I say, hunger drops out at his nose.
Go. O, madam, fair words never hurt the tongue.
Ge. How say you by that? You come out with your gold-ends now!
Mist. T. Stay, lady-daughter; good husband! 156
To. Wife, no man loves his fetters, be they made of gold. I list not ha’ my head fastened under my child’s girdle; as she has brewed, so let her drink, o’ God’s name. She went witless to wedding, now she may go wisely a-begging. It’s but honeymoon yet with her ladyship; she has coach-horses, apparel, jewels, yet left; she needs care for no friends, nor take knowledge of father, mother, brother, sister, or anybody. When those are pawned or spent, perhaps we shall return into the list of her acquaintance. 166
Ge. I scorn it, i’faith. Come, Sin.
Mist. T. O madam, why do you provoke your father thus?
[Exeunt Gertrude and Sindefy.