MR BAR. 'Tis well; and I am much deceived in him, And if he be not sober, wise, and valiant. PHIL. I hope my father takes me for thus wise, I will not glue myself in love to one That hath not some desert of virtue in him: Whate'er you think of him, believe me, father, He will be answerable to your thoughts In any quality commendable. MR BAR. Thou cheer'st my hopes in him; and, in good faith, Thou'st[262] made my love complete unto thy friend: Philip, I love him, and I love him so, I could afford him a good wife, I know. PHIL. Father, a wife! MR BAR. Philip, a wife. PHIL. I lay my life--my sister! MR BAR. Ay, in good faith. PHIL. Then, father, he shall have her; he shall, I swear. MR BAR. How canst thou say so, knowing not his mind? PHIL. All's one for that; I will go to him straight. Father, if you would seek this seven-years'-day, You could not find a fitter match for her; And he shall have her, I swear he shall; He were as good be hanged, as once deny[263] her. I'faith, I'll to him. MR BAR. Hairbrain, hairbrain, stay! As yet we do not know his father's mind: Why, what will Master Goursey say, my son, If we should motion it without his knowledge? Go to, he's a wise and discreet gentleman, And that expects from me all honest parts; Nor shall he fail his expectation; First I do mean to make him privy to it: Philip, this letter is to that effect. PHIL. Father, for God's[264] sake, send it quickly, then: I'll call your man. What, Hugh! where's Hugh, there, ho? MR BAR. Philip, if this would prove a match, It were the only means that could be found To make thy mother friends with Mistress Goursey. PHIL. How, a match! I'll warrant ye, a match. My sister's fair, Frank Goursey he is rich; Her[265] dowry, too, will be sufficient; Frank's young,[266] and youth is apt to love; And, by my troth, my sister's maidenhead Stands like a game at tennis: if the ball Hit into the hole, or hazard, farewell all: MR BAR. How now, where's Hugh? [_Enter_ NICHOLAS.] PHIL. Why, what doth this proverbial with us? Why, where's Hugh? MR BAR. Peace, peace. PHIL. Where's Hugh, I say? MR BAR. Be not so hasty, Philip.