PETER PLOD-ALL.
My purpose is to wive you.
LELIA.
And mine is never to wed you.
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Belike, you are in love with somebody else.
NURSE. No, but she's lustily promised. Hear you—you with [the] long rifle by your side—do you lack a wife?
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Call ye this [a] rifle? it's a good backsword.
NURSE.
Why, then, you with [the] backsword, let's see your back.
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Nay, I must speak with Mistress Lelia Before I go.
LELIA.
What would you with me?
PETER PLOD-ALL. Marry, I have heard very well of you, and so has my father too; and he has sent me to you a-wooing; and if you have any mind of marriage, I hope I shall maintain you as well as any husbandman's wife in the country.
NURSE.
Maintain her? with what?