FLOWERDALE. [Aside to Father.] What, wouldnst thou have me quarrel with him?
FATHER.
Do but say he shall hear from you.
LANCELOT.
Yet, gentleman, howsoever I prefer
This Devonshire suitor, I’ll enforce no love;
My daughter shall have liberty to choose
Whom she likes best; in your love suit proceed:
Not all of you, but only one must speed.
WEATHERCOCK.
You have said well: indeed, right well.
[Enter Artichoke.]
ARTICHOKE. Mistress, here’s one would speak with you. My fellow Daffodil hath him in the cellar already: he knows him; he met him at Croyden fair.
LANCELOT.
O, I remember, a little man.
ARTICHOKE.
Aye, a very little man.
LANCELOT.
And yet a proper man.
ARTICHOKE.
A very proper, very little man.