+Jar.+ Look you, here's Jarvis hangs by geometry [_Hangs up his livery_]; and here's the gentleman--for less I am not--that afar off, taken with the fainted praises of your wealthy beauty, your person, wisdom, modesty, and all that can make woman gracious, in this habit sought and obtained your service. +Wid.+ For heaven's sake whats your intent? +Jar.+ I love you. +Wid.+ Pray, keep off. +Jar.+ I would keep from you. Had my desires bodies, How I could beat them into better fashion, And teach them temperance. For I rid to find you; And, at a meeting amongst many dames, I saw you first. O, how your talking eyes, Those active, sparkling sweet, discoursing[73] twins, In their strong captivating motion told me The story of your heart! A thousand Cupids, Methought, sat playing on that pair of crystals,[74] Carrying, to the swiftness of covetous fancy, The very letters we spell love with. +Wid.+ Fie, fie! +Jar.+ I have struck her to the heart, though my face Apparelled with this shield of gravity, [bear][75] The neglected roughness of a soldier's dart. These diamond-pointed eyes but hither throw, And you will see a young spring on't; but question Time's fair ones, they'll confess, though with a blush. They have often found good wine at an old bush. My blood is young, and full of amorous heats, Which but branch'd out into these lusty veins, Would play and dally, and in wanton turnings Would teach you strange constructions, [madam.] Let time and place then, with love's old friend, Opportunity, instruct you to be wise. +Wid.+ Alas, sir! Where learned you to catch occasions thus? +Jar.+ Of a lawyer's clerk, wench, that, with six such catches, leaped in five years from his desk to his coach, drawn with four horses. +Wid.+ Do you mean marriage? +Jar.+ Marriage is a cloying meat; marry who thou woot to make a show to shroud thee from the storms round-headed opinion, that sways all the world, may let fall on thee. Me cousin thou shalt call. Once in a month or so, I'll read false letters from a far-distant uncle, insert his commendations to thee, hug thy believing husband into a pair of handsome horns; look upon him with one eye, and wink upon thee with the other. Wouldst have any more? +Wid.+ The return of servants, or some friendly visit, will intercept us now: re-assume your habit, and be but Jarvis till to-morrow morning, and, by the potent truth of friendship, I will give you plenty of cause to confess I love you truly and strongly. +Jar.+ You're in earnest? +Wid.+ On my life, serious; let this kiss seal it.