_Qu._ 'Sfoot; lend me some money; _hast thou not Hiren here?_[33] _To._ Why, how now, sirrah? what vein's this, ha? _Qu._ _Who cries on murther? Lady, was it you?_[34] how does our master? pray thee cry Eastward-ho! _To._ Sirrah, sirrah, y'are past your hiccup now; I see y'are drunk. 121 _Qu._ 'Tis for your credit, master. _To._ And hear you keep a whore in town. _Qu._ 'Tis for your credit, master. _To._ And what you are out in cash, I know. _Qu._ So do I; my father's a gentleman. Work upon that now. Eastward-ho! _To._ Sir, Eastward-ho will make you go Westward-ho:[35] I will no longer dishonest my house, nor endanger my stock, with your licence. There, sir, there's your indenture; all your apparel (that I must know) is on your back, and from this time my door is shut to you: from me be free; but for other freedom, and the moneys you have wasted, Eastward-ho shall not serve you. 134 _Qu._ Am I free o' my fetters? Rent, fly with a duck in thy mouth, and now I tell thee, Touchstone---- _To._ Good sir---- _Qu._ _When_[36] _this eternal substance of my soul_-- _To._ Well said; change your gold-ends[37] for your play-ends. 140 _Qu._ _Did live imprison'd in my wanton flesh_-- _To._ What then, sir? _Qu._ _I was a courtier in the Spanish Court, and Don Andrea was my name._ _To._ Good master Don Andrea, will you march? _Qu._ Sweet Touchstone, will you lend me two shillings? _To._ Not a penny. _Qu._ Not a penny? I have friends, and I have acquaintance; I will piss at thy shop-posts, and throw rotten eggs at thy sign. Work upon that now. 150 [_Exit staggering._ _To._ Now, sirrah, you! hear you? you shall serve me no more neither--not an hour longer. _Go._ What mean you, sir? _To._ I mean to give thee thy freedom, and with thy freedom my daughter, and with my daughter a father's love. And with all these such a portion as shall make Knight Petronel himself envy thee! Y'are both agreed, are ye not? _Am._ With all submission, both of thanks and duty. _To._ Well then, the great Power of heaven bless and confirm you. And, Golding, that my love to thee may not show less than my wife's love to my eldest daughter, thy marriage feast shall equal the knight's and hers. 163 _Go._ Let me beseech you, no, sir; the superfluity and cold meat left at their nuptials will with bounty furnish ours. The grossest prodigality is superfluous cost of the belly; nor would I wish any invitement of states or friends, only your reverent[38] presence and witness shall sufficiently grace and confirm us. 169