Free. Come, squire, let your mother and your trees fall as she pleases, rather than wear this gown and carry green bags all thy life, and be pointed at for a Tony.[114] But you shall be able to deal with her yet the common way. Thou shalt make false love to some lawyer's daughter, whose father, upon the hopes of thy marrying her, shall lend thee money and law to preserve thy estate and trees: and thy mother is so ugly nobody will have her, if she cannot cut down thy trees.
Jer. Nay, if I had but anybody to stand by me, I am as stomachful as another.
Free. That will I: I'll not see any hopeful young gentleman abused.
B. Boy. By any but yourself. [Aside.
Jer. The truth on't is, mine's as arrant a widow-mother to her poor child as any's in England. She won't so much as let one have sixpence in one's pocket to see a motion,[115] or the dancing of the ropes, or—
Free. Come, you shan't want money; there's gold for you.
Jer. O lord, sir, two guineas! D'ye lend me this? Is there no trick in't? Well, sir, I'll give you my bond for security.
Free. No, no; thou hast given me thy face for security: anybody would swear thou dost not look like a cheat. You shall have what you will of me; and if your mother will not be kinder to you, come to me, who will.
Jer. [Aside.] By my fa—he's a curious fine gentleman!—[Aloud.] But will you stand by one?
Free. If you can be resolute.