Mir. Item, if I should like any
Man better than you, I'll leave you without saying
So much as good-bye.
Phil. Item, the first that
Sighs of us two, shall fast a week.
Mir. Item, the first
That looks but melancholy of us two,
Shall be starv'd to death.
Phil. To conclude, we will
Both be as mad as we please.
Mir. Agreed,
And the devil take the tamest!
Phil. A bless'd bargain!
But hark you, there's one thing I have forgot.
Mir. What's that?
Phil. Have you had as many children as I?
Mir. No, indeed, ha'nt I.
Phil. Why, then you must let me help you to 'em,
That you may be even with me there too.