STEPH. I'll bless her, then; I ever drank so much, that I was never great feeder. Give me drink and my pleasure, and a little flesh serves my turn. WID. I'll show thee the party. What sayest thou to myself? STEPH. Yourself, gentlewoman? I would it were no worse. I have heard you reputed a rich widow. WID. I have a lease of thousands at least, sir. STEPH. I'll let out your leases for you, if you'll allow me the power, I'll warrant you. WID. That's my hope, sir; but you must be honest withal. STEPH. I'll be honest with some; if I can be honest with all, I will too. WID. Give me thy hand; go home with me, I'll give thee better clothes; and, as I like thee then, we'll go further; we may chance make a blind bargain of it. STEPH. I can make no blind bargain, unless I be in your bed, widow. WID. No, I bar that, sir; let's begin honestly, howe'er we end: marry, for the waste of my estate, spare it not; do thy worst. STEPH. I'll do bad enough, fear it not. WID. Come, will you walk, sir? STEPH. No, widow, I'll stand to no hazard of blind bargains; either promise me marriage, and give me earnest in a handfast, or I'll not budge a foot. WID. No, sir? are you grown so stout already? STEPH. I'll grow stouter when I'm married. WID. I hope thou'lt vex me. STEPH. I'll give you cause, I'll warrant you. WID. I shall rail and curse thee, I hope; yet I'd not have thee give over neither; for I would be vexed. Here's my hand! I am thine, thou art mine: I'll have thee with all faults. STEPH. You shall have one with some, an' you have me. _Enter_ ROBERT _and_ CLOWN. WID. Here's witness[es]. [_To_ ROBERT.] Come hither, sir--cousin I must call you shortly; and you, sirrah, be witness to this match; here's man and wife. ROB. I joy at mine uncle's happiness, widow. CLOWN. I do forbid the banns: alas! poor shag-rag, my mistress does but gull him. [_To_ STEPHEN.] You may imagine it to be twelfth-day at night, and the bean found in the corner of your cake, but 'tis not worth a vetch, I'll assure you[75]. WID. You'll let me dispose of myself, I hope? CLOWN. You love to be merry, mistress: come, come, give him four farthings, and let him go. He'll pray for his good dame, and be drunk. Why, if your blood does itch that way, we'll stand together. [_Places himself by the side of_ STEPHEN.] How think you? I think here is the sweeter bit; [_Pointing to himself_] you see this nit[76], and you see this louse! you may crack o' your choice, if you choose here. WID. You have put me to my choice, then; see, here I choose: this is my husband; thus I begin the contract. [_Kisses_ STEPHEN. STEPH. 'Tis sealed; I am thine. Now, coz, fear no black storms: if thy father thunder, come to me for shelter.