LANCELOT.
No, sir, no; I must have one to wait on me.
ARTICHOKE.
Daffodil, farewell, good fellow Daffodil.
You may see, mistress, I am set up by the halves;
Instead of waiting on you, I am sent to drive home calves.
LANCELOT.
Yfaith, Frances, I must turn away this Daffodil,
He’s grown a very foolish saucy fellow.
FRANCES.
Indeed law, father, he was so since I had him:
Before he was wise enough for a foolish serving-man.
WEATHERCOCK.
But what say you to me, Sir Lancelot?
LANCELOT.
O, about my daughters? well, I will go forward.
Here’s two of them, God save them: but the third,
O she’s a stranger in her course of life.
She hath refused you, Master Weathercock.
WEATHERCOCK.
Aye, by the Rood, Sir Lancelot, that she hath,
But had she tried me,
She should a found a man of me indeed.
LANCELOT.
Nay be not angry, sir, at her denial.
She hath refused seven of the worshipfulest
And worthiest housekeepers this day in Kent:
Indeed she will not marry, I suppose.
WEATHERCOCK.
The more fool she.
LANCELOT.
What, is it folly to love Chastity?