ILF. Nay, and she be fair, she shall fall sure enough. Butler, how is't, good butler?
BUT. Will you be made gallants?
WEN. Ay, but not willingly cuckolds, though we are now talking about wives.
BUT. Let your wives agree of that after: will you first be richly married?
ALL. How, butler? richly married?
BUT. Rich in beauty, rich in purse, rich in virtue, rich in all things. But mum, I'll say nothing, I know of two or three rich heirs. But cargo![403] my fiddlestick cannot play without rosin: avaunt.
WEN. Butler.
ILF. Dost not know me, butler?
BUT. For kex,[404] dried kex, that in summer has been so liberal to fodder other men's cattle, and scarce have enough to keep your own in winter. Mine are precious cabinets, and must have precious jewels put into them, and I know you to be merchants of stock-fish, dry-meat,[405] and not men for my market: then vanish.
ILF. Come, ye old madcap, you: what need all this? cannot a man have been a little whoremaster in his youth, but you must upbraid him with it, and tell him of his defects which, when he is married, his wife shall find in him? Why, my father's dead, man, now; who by his death has left me the better part of a thousand a year.