_To._ If your worship will have it so, I say there are two sorts of gentlemen. There is a gentleman artificial, and a gentleman natural. Now though your worship be a gentleman natural: work upon that now. 129 _Qu._ Well said, old Touchstone; I am proud to hear thee enter a set speech, i'faith; forth, I beseech thee. _To._ Cry your mercy, sir, your worship's a gentleman I do not know. If you be one of my acquaintance, y'are very much disguised, sir. _Qu._ Go to, old quipper; forth with thy speech, I say. 137 _To._ What, sir, my speeches were ever in vain to your gracious worship; and therefore, till I speak to you gallantry indeed, I will save my breath for my broth anon. Come, my poor son and daughter, let us hide ourselves in our poor humility, and live safe. Ambition consumes itself with the very show. Work upon that now. _Ge._ Let him go, let him go, for God's sake! let him make his prentice his son, for God's sake! give away his daughter, for God's sake! and when they come a-begging to us for God's sake, let's laugh at their good husbandry for God's sake. Farewell, sweet knight, pray thee make haste after. 149 _Pe._ What shall I say?--I would not have thee go. _Qu._ _Now,_[61] _O now, I must depart, _Parting though it absence move._ This ditty, knight, do I see in thy looks in capital letters. _What a grief 'tis to depart, and leave the flower that has my heart!_ _My sweet lady, and alack for woe, why, should we part so?_ Tell truth, knight, and shame all dissembling lovers; does not your pain lie on that side? 158 _Pe._ If it do, canst thou tell me how I may cure it? _Qu._ Excellent easily. Divide yourself in two halves, just by the girdlestead; send one half with your lady, and keep t'other yourself; or else do as all true lovers do--part with your heart, and leave your body behind. I have seen't done a hundred times: 'tis as easy a matter for a lover to part without a heart from his sweetheart, and he ne'er the worse, as for a mouse to get from a trap and leave her [_sic_] tail behind him. See, here comes the writings. 168 _Enter_ SECURITY _with a_ Scrivener. _Sec._ Good morrow to my worshipful lady. I present your ladyship with this writing, to which if you please to set your hand with your knight's, a velvet gown shall attend your journey, o' my credit. _Ge._ What writing is it, knight? _Pe._ The sale, sweetheart, of the poor tenement I told thee of, only to make a little money to send thee down furniture for my castle, to which my hand shall lead thee. _Ge._ Very well. Now give me your pen, I pray. _Qu._ It goes down without chewing, i'faith.