_Mir._ That's as you make your Bargain. A handsom, wholsom man then, and a kind man, To cheer your heart up, to rejoyce you, Lady? _Ros._ Yes Sir, I love rejoycing. _Mir._ To lye close to you? Close as a Cockle? keep the cold nights from you? _Ros._ That will be lookt for too, our bodies ask it. _Mir._ And get two Boys at every Birth? _Ros._ That's nothing, I have known a Cobler do it, a poor thin Cobler; A Cobler out of mouldy Cheese perform it, Cabbage, and coarse black Bread; methinks a Gentleman Should take foul scorn to have an awl outname him. Two at a Birth? why, every house-Dove has it: That man that feeds well, promises as well too, I should expect indeed something of worth from. Ye talk of two? _Mir._ She would have me get two dozen, Like Buttons, at a Birth. _Ros._ You love to brag, Sir. If you proclaim these offers at your Marriage, You are a pretty timber'd man, take heed. They may be taken hold of, and expected, Yes, if not hoped for at a higher rate too. _Mir._ I will take heed, and thank ye for your counsel: Father, what think you? _La-C._ 'Tis a merry Gentlewoman; Will make, no doubt, a good wife. _Mir._ Not for me: I marry her, and happily get nothing; In what a state am I then? Father, I shall suffer For any thing I hear to the contrary, _more majorum_, I were as sure to be a Cuckold, Father, A Gentleman of Antler. _La-C._ Away, away, fool. _Mir._ As I am sure to fail her expectation, I had rather get the Pox than get her Babies. _La-C._ Ye are much to blame; if this do not affect ye, 'Pray try the other; she's of a more demure way. _Bel._ That I had but the audacity to talk thus! I love that plain-spoken Gentlewoman admirably, And certain I could go as near to please her, If down-right doing--she has a per'lous Countenance, If I could meet one that would believe me, And take my honest meaning without circumstance. _Mir._ You shall have your will, Sir, I will try the other, But 'twill be to small use. I hope, fair Lady (For methinks in your eyes I see more mercy) You will enjoin your Lover a less penance; And though I'll promise much, as men are liberal, And vow an ample sacrifice of service, Yet your discretion, and your tenderness, And thriftiness in Love, good huswives carefulness To keep the stock entire-- _Lil._ Good Sir, speak louder, That these may witness too ye talk of nothing, I should be loth alone to bear the burthen Of so much indiscretion. _Mir._ Hark ye, hark ye; Ods bobs, you are angry, Lady. _Lil._ Angry? no, Sir; I never own'd an anger to lose poorly. _Mir._ But you can love for all this, and delight too, For all your set-austerity, to hear Of a good husband, Lady?