Y. ART. Nay, weep not, wench; thou wound'st me with thy tears.
MRS MA. I am a fool, and so you make me too;
These tears were better kept than spent in waste
On one that neither tenders them nor me.
What remedy? but if I chance to die,
Or to miscarry with that I go withal,
I'll take my death that thou art cause thereof;
You told me that, when your wife was dead,
You would forsake all others, and take me.
Y. ART. I told thee so, and I will keep my word,
And for that end I came thus early to thee;
I have procur'd a licence, and this night
We will be married in a lawless[20] church.
MRS. MA. These news revive me, and do somewhat ease
The thought that was new-gotten to my heart.
But shall it be to-night?
Y. ART. Ay, wench, to-night.
A se'nnight and odd days, since my wife died,
Is past already, and her timeless death
Is but a nine-days' talk; come, go with me,
And it shall be despatched presently.
MRS. MA. Nay, then, I see thou lov'st me; and I find
By this last motion thou art grown more kind.
Y. ART. My love and kindness, like my age, shall grow,
And with the time increase; and thou shalt see
The older I grow, the kinder I will be.
MRS. MA, Ay, so I hope it will; but, as for mine,
That with my age shall day by day decline. [Aside.
Come, shall we go?
Y. ART. With thee to the world's end,
Whose beauty most admire, and all commend.
[Exeunt.