FATHER. That this thine intent may take good success,
I pray God heartily of his goodness.
SON. Well, well, shall I in few words rehearse
What thing doth most my conscience pierce.
FATHER. Therewith I am, son, very well contented.
SON. Yea, but I think that ye will not be pleased.
FATHER. Indeed, peradventure it may so chance.
SON. Nay, but I pray ye, without any perchance,
Shall not my request turn to your grievance?
FATHER. If it be just and lawful, which thou dost require.
SON. Both just and lawful, have ye no fear.
FATHER. Now therefore ask; what is thy petition?
SON. Lo, this it is, without further dilation;[312]
For so much as all young men for this my beauty,
As the moon the stars, I do far excel,
Therefore out of hand[313] with all speed possibly
To have a wife, methink, would do well,
For now I am young, lively, and lusty,
And welcome besides to all men's company.