Mir. Hold, sir, that bargain's yet to make.
Phil. Pox on't!
That should have been one of our articles.
Mir. Well, I can stay no longer with you now.
Phil. Nay, prythee, hold, thou shalt not go yet; I
Can't part with you so soon.
Mir. Ay, but I have
A mind to go, and that is one of our
Articles.
Phil. Well, but shan't we put that other
Article in, before we part?
Mir. No, no, good-bye to you.
Phil. Farewell, mettle— [Exit.
Enter Pinguister, Doctor, and Servants.
Mir. Look you, master Pinguister, this is the
Measure must meet about your waist, before
I marry you.