Then I will studie for a remedy.
I have a daughter,—now, heaven invocate, 85
She be not of like spirit as her mother!
If so, sheel be a plague unto her husband,
If that he be not patient and discreet,
For that I hold the ease of all such trouble.
Well, well, I would my daughter had a husband, 90
For I would see how she could demeane her selfe
In that estate; it may be, ill enough,—
And, so God shall help me, well remembred now!