EUPH. I think not; Rather her conscience follows her estate, Oppression had not else increas'd it so. She wrong'd a worthy friend of mine--young Scudmore, And by mere fraud and bribery took away His whole estate, five hundred pound a year. FREE. I must confess, 'twas a foul cause indeed; And he, poor man, lack'd means to prosecute The cause against her. But he feels it not At this time, nephew. BAR. Was't that Scudmore, sir, Whom Eugeny, Sir Argent Scrape's young kinsman, Unfortunately kill'd? FREE. The same. Well, let All these things pass: we come now to be merry. LADY W. Let's eat up her good cheer: a niggard's feast Is best, they say. DOT. Shall we have wine good store? BAR. O, fear not that. DOT. Hold, belly, hold, i' faith! BAR. Yes, and brain too. DOT. Nay, for my brain, Let me alone, I fear not that: no wine Can hurt my brain. LADY W. Say you so, Master Dotterel? Why, such a brain I love. DOT. Madam, I am glad I had it for you. LADY W. For me, sir? DOT. Yes, lady, 'Tis at your service; so is the whole body. Did I not tickle her there, old lad? BAR. Yes, rarely. LADY W. Shall I presume to call you servant, then? DOT. O Lord, madam! if I were worthy to be. LADY W. Nay, I know you have good courtship, servant. Wear this for my sake. [_Gives him a scarf._ DOT. 'Tis your livery, madam. BAR. Well, th' art a happy man, if thou knew'st all. EUPH. Madam, I see your ladyship can tell How to make choice in dealing of your favours. DOT. It pleases you to say so, good Master Euphues. EUPH. Why, sir, I speak of the lady's judgment. DOT. 'Twas more of her courtesy than my desert. _Enter_ LADY COVET _on crutches_. EUPH. Here comes the lady bride. FREE. Joy to your ladyship! LADY C. I thank you, sir: y' are very welcome all. FREE. I have made bold to bring my friends along, As you commanded, lady. LADY C. They are most welcome. EUPH. Methinks your ladyship looks fresh to-day, And like a bride indeed. LADY C. Ah, Master Euphues! You, I perceive, can flatter. EUPH. Does your glass Tell you I flatter, madam? LADY C. Bestow this Upon young maids; but let me tell you, sir, Old folks may marry too. It was ordain'd At first to be as well a stay to age As to please youth. We have our comforts too, Though we be old. EUPH. Madam, I doubt it not: You are not yet so old but you may have Your comfort well; and if Sir Argent Scrape Were but one threescore years younger than he is---- BAR. What a strange _but_ thou mak'st! EUPH. You would perceive it. LADY W. Servant, could you find in your heart to marry Such an old bride? DOT. No, mistress, I protest I had rather have none.