A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
English drama
WID. No, faith, I can laugh with him, or so, but he comes no
nearer than my lace.
PLEA. You do well to keep your smock betwixt.
WID. Faith, wench, so wilt thou, and thou be'st wise, from him
and all of them; and, be ruled by me, we'll abuse all the sex,
till they put a true value upon us.
PLEA. But dare you forbid the travelled gentlemen, and abuse them
and your servant, and swear, with me, not to marry in a
twelvemonth, though a lord bait the hook, and hang out the sign
of a court Cupid, whipped by a country widow? then I believe we
may have mirth cheaper than at the price of ourselves, and some
sport with the wits that went to lose themselves in France.
WID. Come, no dissembling, lest I tell your servant, when he
returns, how much you're taken with the last new fashion.
SEC. Madam, 'tis almost noon; will you not dress yourself to-day?
WID. She speaks as if we were boarders; prythee, wench, is not
the dinner our own I sure, my cook shall lay by my own roast till
my stomach be up!
PLEA. But there may be company, and they will say we take too
long time to trim. Secret, give me the flowers my servant sent
me: he sware 'twas the first the wench made of the kind.
WID. But when he shall hear you had music sent you to-day, 'twill
make him appear in his old clothes.
PLEA. Marry, I would he would take exception, he should not want
ill-usage to rid me of his trouble. As I live, custom has made
me so acquainted with him, that I now begin to think him not so
displeasing as at first; and if he fall out with me, I must with
him, to secure myself. Sure, aunt, he must find sense and reason
absent; for when a question knocks at his head, the answer tells
that there is nobody at home. I asked him th' other day if he did
not find a blemish in his understanding, and he sware a great
oath, not he. I told him 'twas very strange, for fool was so
visible an eyesore, that neither birth nor fortune could
reconcile to me.
WID. Faith, methinks his humour is good, and his purse will buy
good company; and I can laugh, and be merry with him sometimes.
PLEA. Why, pray, aunt, take him to yourself, and see how merry we
will be. I can laugh at anybody's fool but mine own.
WID. By my troth, but that I have married one fool already, you
should not have him. Consider, he asks no portion, and yet will
make a great jointure. A fool with these conveniences, a kind,
loving fool, and one that you may govern, makes no ill husband,
niece. There are other arguments, too, to bid a fool welcome,
which you will find without teaching. Think of it, niece: you may
lay out your affection to purchase some dear wit or judgment of
the city, and repent at leisure a good bargain in this fool.
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