WAG. Do you wrong me so much to think otherwise? Thus 'tis for a poor damsel like myself To yield her honour and her youth to any, Who straight conceives she does so unto many: And as I have a soul to save, 'tis true. PEN. Pray, do not swear. I do not urge you to't. 'Swounds, now I am undone! You walk somewhat round. Sweetheart, has nobody been tampering with you else? Think on't, for by this light, I am not worth the estate of an apple-wife. I do live upon commending my lord, the Lord of Hosts knows it, and all the world besides. For me to marry thee will undo thee more, And that thou may'st keep me, keep thee in fashion, Sell thee to English, French, to Scot, and all, Till I have brought thee to an hospital; And there I leave you. Ha' you not heard nor read Of some base slave that, wagging his fair head, Does whistling at one end of his shop-walk, Whilst some gay man doth vomit bawdy talk In his wife's ears at the other? Such a rogue Or worse shall I be; for look ye, Mistress Wagtail, I do live like a chameleon upon the air, and not like a mole upon the earth. Land I have none. I pray God send me a grave, when I am dead. WAG. It's all one. I'll have you for your qualities. PEN. For my good ones, they are altogether unknown, because they have not yet been seen, nor ever will be, for they have no being. In plain terms, as God help me, I have none. WAG. How came you by your good clothes? PEN. By undoing tailors; and then, my lord (like a snake) casts a suit every quarter, which I slip into: therefore thou art worse than mad if thou wilt cast away thyself upon me. WAG. Why, what 'mends will you make me? can you give me some sum of money to marry me to some tradesman, as the play says? PEN. No, by my troth. But tell me this, has not Sir Abraham been familiar with you? WAG. Faith, not enough to make up a child. PEN. Couldst be content to marry him? WAG. Ay, by my troth, and thank ye, too. PEN. Has he but kissed thee? WAG. Yes; and something more beside that. PEN. Nay, and there ha' been any jot of the thing, beside that, I'll warrant thee, lay the child to him-- Stand stifly to it, leave the rest to me; By that fool thou shalt save thy honesty. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [26] Or "Pancras parson," a term of contempt for the convenient clergymen of that day. [27] The old copy reads, _And give up breathing to cross their intent_. [28] What is the meaning of these initials must be left to the conjecture of the reader: perhaps _waits playing_, in reference to the attendant musicians. [29] _i.e._, All but Kate, Strange, and Scudmore enter the church. Strange and Kate follow immediately, and leave Scudmore _solus_. [30] [Referring to what Strange has said a little before, not to Scudmore's speech, which is spoken aside.] [31] [Gossamers.]