_Ge._ Yes, mother. But by your leave, mother (I speak it not without my duty, but only in my husband's right), my coach-horses must take the wall of your coach-horses. _To._ Come, come, the day grows low; 'tis supper-time; use my house; the wedding solemnity is at my wife's cost; thank me for nothing but my [un]willing blessing; for I cannot feign, my hopes are faint. And, sir, respect my daughter; she has refused for you wealthy and honest matches, known good men, well-moneyed, better traded, best reputed. 284 _Ge._ Body-o'-truth! chittizens,[28] chittizens! Sweet knight, as soon as ever we are married, take me to thy mercy out of this miserable chitty; presently carry me out of the scent of Newcastle coal, and the hearing of Bow-bell; I beseech thee down with me, for God sake! _To._ Well, daughter, I have read that old wit sings:-- _The greatest rivers flow from little springs: Though thou art full, scorn not thy means at first, He that's most drunk may soonest be athirst._ Work upon that now. 294 [_All but_ TOUCHSTONE, MILDRED, _and_ GOLDING _depart_. No, no! yond' stand my hopes--Mildred, come hither, daughter. And how approve you your sister's fashion? how do you fancy her choice? what dost thou think? _Mi._ I hope as a sister, well. _To._ Nay but, nay but, how dost thou like her behaviour and humour? Speak freely. 300 _Mi._ I am loth to speak ill; and yet I am sorry of this, I cannot speak well. _To._ Well; very good, as I would wish; a modest answer. Golding, come hither; hither, Golding. How dost thou like the knight, Sir Flash? does he not look big? how likest thou the elephant? he says he has a castle in the country. _Go._ Pray heaven, the elephant carry not his castle on his back.[29] 309 _To._ 'Fore heaven, very well! but seriously, how dost repute him? _Go._ The best I can say of him is, I know him not. _To._ Ha, Golding! I commend thee, I approve thee, and will make it appear my affection is strong to thee. My wife has her humour, and I will ha' mine. Dost thou see my daughter here? She is not fair, well-favoured or so indifferent, which modest measure of beauty shall not make it thy only work to watch her, nor sufficient mischance to suspect her. Thou art towardly, she is modest; thou art provident, she is careful. She's now mine; give me thy hand, she's now thine. Work upon that now. 322 _Go._ Sir, as your son, I honour you; and as your servant, obey you.