FATHER. Good Lord, good Lord, what do I hear?
SON. Is this your beginning to perform my desire?
FATHER. Alas! my child, what meaneth thy doting?
Why dost thou covet thy own undoing?
SON (Aside). I know not in the world how to do the thing,
That to his stomach may be delighting.
FATHER. Why, foolish idiot, thou goest about a wife,
Which is a burthen and yoke all thy life.
SON. Admit she shall as a burthen with me remain,
Yet will I take one, if your good-will I attain.
FATHER. Son, it shall not be thus, by my counsel.
SON. I trust ye will not me otherwise compel.
FATHER. If thou were as wise as I have judged thee,
Thou wouldest in this case be ruled by me.
SON. To follow the contrary I cannot be turned;
My heart thereon is stifly fixed.