my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become
thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, [dear] my sweet, I prithee.
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that
thou wilt have me. [Exit.
Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir And. [So] could I too.
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her but such
another jest.