O. SMALL. And old men know their cues: my love, you know, Has been protested long, and now I come To make my latest tender; an old-grown oak Can keep you from the rain, and stands as fair And portly as the best. TAF. Yet search him well, And we shall find no pith or hearty timber To underlay a building. [_Aside._ JUS. TUT. I would that oak Had been a-fire: forward, good Sir Oliver, Your oak is nought: stick not too much to that. [_Aside._ O. SMALL. If you can like, you shall be ladyfied, Live at the court, and soon be got with child. What, do you think we old men can do nothing? JUS. TUT. This was somewhat like. O. SMALL. You shall have jewels, A baboon, parrot, and an Iceland[382] dog, And I myself to bear you company. Your jointure is five hundred pound by year, Besides your plate, your chains, and household-stuff, When envious fate shall change this mortal life. TAF. But shall I not be overcloy'd with love? Will you not be too busy? shall I keep My chamber by the month, if I be pleas'd To take physic, to send for visitants, To have my maid read Amadis de Gaul Or Donzel del Phoebo[383] to me I shall I have A coach of the last edition-- The coachman's seat a good way from the coach, That, if some other ladies and myself Chance to talk bawdy, he may not o'erhear us? O. SMALL. All this, and more. TAF. Shall we have two chambers? And will you not presume unto my bed, Till I shall call you by my waiting-maid? O. SMALL. Not I, by heaven! TAF. And when I send her, Will you not entice her to your lust, Nor tumble her, before you come to me? ADRI. Nay, let him do his worst, make your match sure, And fear not me; I never yet did fear [_Aside._ Anything my master could do to me. [_Knock._ TAF. What noise is that? go, see, Adriana, And bring me word: I am so haunted With a swaggering captain, that swears, God bless us, _Enter_ ADRIANA. Like a very termagant:[384]--a rascal knave, That says he will kill all men which seek to wed me. ADRI. O mistress! Captain Puff, half-drunk, is now Coming up-stairs. O. SMALL. O God! have you no room Beyond this chamber? h' has sworn to kill me, And piss in my very visnomy. TAF. What, are you afraid, Sir Oliver? O. SMALL. Not afraid; But of all men I love not to meddle with a drunkard: Have you any room backwards? TAF. None, sir. JUS. TUT. Is there ne'er a trunk or cupboard for him? Is there ne'er a hole backwards to hide him in? CAPT. PUFF [_without_]. I must speak with her. O. SMALL. O God! he comes!