Than sit in the bower, and be an old man’s bride.
S. Thou shalt have silver and gold, and riches untold.
D. I’ll buy my true love his shirt, rather than your silver and gold,
With one like yourself, both feeble and old.
S. You must say I’m old; though I’m near sixty,
I’m stronger still than many a man of twenty.
Thou shalt ride to church behind me, upon a new pillion,
As grand as Madam Noy, or Madam Trezillian.
D. O master, hold your flattering tongue;
I’m very foolish, and very young.