PETER PLOD-ALL.
Marry, with my lands and livings my father has promised me.
LELIA.
I have heard much of your wealth, but
I never knew you manners before now.
PETER PLOD-ALL. Faith, I have no manors, but a pretty home-stall; and we have great store of oxen and horses, and carts and ploughs and household-stuff 'bomination, and great flocks of sheep, and flocks of geese and capons, and hens and ducks. O, we have a fine yard of pullen! And, thank God, here's a fine weather for my father's lambs.
LELIA.
I cannot live content in discontent:
For as no music can delight the ears,
Where all the parts of discords are composed.
So wedlock-bands will still consist in jars,
Where in condition there's no sympathy;
Then rest yourself contented with this answer—
I cannot love.
PETER PLOD-ALL. It's no matter what you say: for my father told me thus much before I came, that you would be something nice at first; but he bad me like you ne'er the worse for that, for I were the liker to speed.
LELIA.
Then you were best leave off your suit till
Some other time: and when my leisure serves me
To love you, I'll send you word.
PETER PLOD-ALL. Will you? well then I'll take my leave of you; and if I may hear from you, I'll pay the messenger well for his pains. But stay—God's death! I had almost forgot myself! pray ye, let me kiss your hand, ere I go.
NURSE. Faith, mistress, his mouth runs a-water for a kiss; a little would serve his turn, belike: let him kiss your hand.
LELIA.
I'll not stick for that. [He kisseth her hand.
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Mistress Lelia, God be with you.