_Hum._ I see this love you speak of, through your daughter. Although the hole be little, and hereafter Will yield the like in all I may or can, Fitting a Christian, and a Gentleman.
_Merc._ I Do believe you (my good son) and thank you. For 'twere an impudence to think you flattered.
_Hum._ It were indeed, but shall I tell you why, I have been beaten twice about the lye.
_Merc._ Well son, no more of complement, my daughter Is yours again; appoint the time and take her. Wee'll have no stealing for it, I my self And some few of our friends will see you married.
_Hum._ I would you would i'faith, for be it known I ever was afraid to lye alone.
_Hum._ Three days, let me see, 'Tis somewhat of the most, yet I agree, Because I mean against the pointed day, To visit all my friends in new array. [_Enter servant._
_Ser._ Sir, there's a Gentlewoman without would speak with your Worship.
_Enter Mistriss Merry-thought, and_ Michael.
_Mist. mer._ Peace be to your Worship, I come as a poor Suitor to you Sir, in the behalf of this child.
_Mer._ Are you not wife to _Merri-thought_?
_Mist. mer._ Yes truly, would I had nere seen his eyes, he has undone me and himself, and his children, and there he lives at home and sings, and hoyts, and revels among his drunken companions, but I warrant you, where to get a penny to put bread in his mouth, he knows not: And therefore if it like your Worship, I would intreat your Letter, to the honest Host of the _Bell_ in _Waltham_, that I may place my child under the protection of his _Tapster_, in some setled course of life.
_Mer._ I'm glad the heavens have heard my prayers: thy Husband When I was ripe in sorrows laught at me, Thy son, like an unthankful wretch, I having Redeem'd him from his fall, and made him mine, To shew his love again, first stole my daughter: Then wrong'd this Gentleman, and last of all, Gave me that grief, had almost brought me down Unto my grave, had not a stronger hand Reliev'd my sorrows, go, and weep as I did, And be unpittied, for here I profess An everlasting hate to all thy name.
_Mist. mer._ Will you so Sir, how say you by that? come _Micke_, let him keep his wind to cool his Pottage, we'll go to thy Nurses, _Micke_, she knits silk stockings boy, and we'll knit too boy, and be beholding to none of them all.