+Lor.+ Well said, wife; solicit in his behalf; 'tis well done; I am loth to importune her too much, for fear of a repulse. +Æmi.+ Marry, come up, sir; you are still usurping in my company. Is this according to the articles proposed between us, that I should bear rule and you obey with silence? I had thought to have endeavoured for persuasion, but because you exhort me to it, I'll desist from what I intended: I'll do nothing but of my own accord, I. +Lor.+ Mum! wife, I have done. This we, that are married, must be subject to. +Moc.+ You give an ill example, Mistress Æmilia; you give an ill example---- +Æmi.+ What old fellow is this that talks so? Do you know him, daughter? +Moc.+ Have you so soon forgot me, lady? +Æmi.+ Where has he had his breeding, I wonder? He is the offspring of some peasant, sure! Can he show any pedigree? +Lor.+ Let her alone, there's no dealing with her. Come, daughter, let me hear your answer to this gentleman. +Luc.+ Truly, sir, I have endeavoured all means possible, and in a manner enforced myself to love him---- +Lor.+ Well said, girl. +Luc.+ But could never effect it. +Lor.+ How! +Luc.+ I have examined whatever might commend a gentleman, both for his exterior and inward abilities; yet, amongst all that may speak him worthy, I could never discern one good part or quality to invite affection. +Lor.+ This is it I feared. Now should I break out into rage; but my wife and a foolish nature withhold my passion. +Moc.+ I am undone, unspirited, my hopes vain, and my labours nullities! +Lor.+ Where be your large vaunts now, Signor? What strange tricks and devices you had to win a woman! +Moc.+ Such assurance I conceived of myself; but when they affect wilful stubbornness, lock up their ears, and will hearken to no manner of persuasion, what shall a man do? +Lor.+ You hear what taxes are laid upon you, daughter: these are stains to your other virtues. +Luc.+ Pray, sir, hear my defence. What sympathy can there be between our two ages or agreement in our conditions? But you'll object, he has means. 'Tis confess'd; but what assurance has he to keep it? Will it continue longer than the law permits him possession, which will come like a torrent, and sweep away all? He has made a forfeiture of his whole estate. +Lor.+ What, are you become a statist's daughter[359] or a prophetess? Whence have you this intelligence? +Moc.+ I hope she will not betray me. [_Aside._ +Luc.+ If murder can exact it, 'tis absolutely lost. +Lor.+ How, murder! +Luc.+ Yes, he conspired the other day with a bravo, a cut-throat, to take away the life of a noble innocent gentleman, which is since discovered by miracle: the same that came with music to my window.