To wear your honest gains upon my back,
Nor have I giv'n a pension to my blood,
Or lavishly in play consum'd your stock.
These, and the miseries that do attend them,
I dare with innocence proclaim are strangers
To all my temperate actions; for your daughter,
If there be any love to my deservings
Borne by her virtuous self, I cannot stop it:
Nor am I able to refrain her wishes.
She's private to herself, and best of knowledge