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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2"


Be of good cheer, sir; I warrant you to speed.
WIT.
Did both her parents speak well to her of me?
WILL.
As heart can think; go on, and you shall see.
WIT.
How took she the picture? How liketh she my person?
WILL.
She never had done toting[392] and looking thereon.
WIT.
And when must I come to talk with her my fill?
WILL.
Whensoever you please, and as oft as you will.
WIT.
O my sweet boy, how shall I recompense
Thy faithful heart and painful diligence?
My hope, my stay, my wealth, the key of all my joy!
WILL.
I pray you, sir, call me your man, and not your boy.
WIT.
Thou shalt be what thou wilt, all in all.
WILL.
Promise me faithfully that, if your wife brawl,
Or set her father to check me out of measure,
You will not see me abused to their pleasure.
WIT.
Give me thy hand, take here my faith and troth,
I will maintain thee, howsoever the world goeth.

ACT III., SCAENA 2.
_The house of_ SCIENCE. WILL, WIT; _also_ REASON _and_ SCIENCE _behind_.

WIT.
What shall we do? Shall we stand lingering here?
WILL.
If you be a man, press in and go near.
WIT.
What, if there be some other suitor there?
WILL.
And if there be, yet need you not to fear;
Until I bring his head to you upon a spear.
I will not look you in the face, nor in your sight appear.
REASON.
Nay, Wit, advise yourself, and pause a while,
Or else this haste of yours will you beguile.


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