_Go._ And do the costly garments--the title and fame of a lady, the fashion, observation, and reverence proper to such preferment--no more inflame you than such convenience as my poor means and industry can offer to your virtues? 65 _Mi._ I have observed that the bridle given to those violent flatteries of fortune is seldom recovered; they bear one headlong in desire from one novelty to another, and where those ranging appetites reign, there is ever more passion than reason: no stay, and so no happiness. These hasty advancements are not natural. Nature hath given us legs to go to our objects; not wings to fly to them. 73 _Go._ How dear an object you are to my desires I cannot express; whose fruition would my master's absolute consent and yours vouchsafe me, I should be absolutely happy. And though it were a grace so far beyond my merit, that I should blush with unworthiness to receive it, yet thus far both my love and my means shall assure your requital: you shall want nothing fit for your birth and education; what increase of wealth and advancement the honest and orderly industry and skill of our trade will afford in any, I doubt not will be aspired by me; I will ever make your contentment the end of my endeavours; I will love you above all; and only your grief shall be my misery, and your delight my felicity. 87 _To._ Work upon that now. By my hopes, he wooes honestly and orderly; he shall be anchor of my hopes! Look, see the ill-yoked monster, his fellow! _Enter_ QUICKSILVER _unlaced, a towel about his neck, in his flat-cap, drunk_. _Qu._ Eastward-ho! _Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia!_[31] _To._ Drunk now downright, o' my fidelity! _Qu._ (Ump).[32] Pull eo, pullo! showse, quoth the caliver. 95 _Go._ Fie, fellow Quicksilver, what a pickle are you in! _Qu._ Pickle? pickle in thy throat; zounds, pickle! Wa, ha, ho! good-morrow, knight Petronel: morrow, lady goldsmith; come off, knight, with a counterbuff, for the honour of knighthood. _Go._ Why, how now, sir? do ye know where you are? 102 _Qu._ Where I am? why, 'sblood! you jolthead, where I am! _Go._ Go to, go to, for shame; go to bed and sleep out this immodesty: thou shamest both my master and his house. _Qu._ Shame? what shame? I thought thou wouldst show thy bringing-up; and thou wert a gentleman as I am, thou wouldst think it no shame to be drunk. Lend me some money, save my credit; I must dine with the serving-men and their wives--and their wives, sirrah! 112 _Go._ E'en who you will; I'll not lend thee threepence.