_Mist. T._ Simply, 'tis better than thou deservest. Never whimper for the matter. Thou shouldst have looked before thou hadst leapt. Thou wert afire to be a lady, and now your ladyship and you may both blow at the coal, for aught I know. Self do, self have. The hasty person never wants woe, they say. 129 _Ge._ Nay, then, mother, you should ha' looked to it. A body would think you were the older; I did but my kind, I. He was a knight, and I was fit to be a lady. 'Tis not lack of liking, but lack of living, that severs us. And you talk like yourself and a cittiner in this, i'faith. You show what husband you come on, I wis. You smell the Touchstone--he that will do more for his daughter, that he has married [to] a scurvy gold-end man[106] and his prentice, than he will for his t'other daughter, that has wedded a knight and his customer. By this light, I think he is not my legitimate father. 140 _Si._ O, good madam, do not take up your mother so! _Mist. T._ Nay, nay, let her e'en alone. Let her ladyship grieve me still, with her bitter taunts and terms. I have not dole enough to see her in this miserable case, I--without her velvet gowns, without ribands, without jewels, without French-wires, or cheat-bread,[107] or quails, or a little dog, or a gentleman-usher, or anything, indeed, that's fit for a lady---- _Si._ Except her tongue. 149 _Mist. T._ And I not able to relieve her, neither, being kept so short by my husband. Well, God knows my heart; I did little think that ever she should have had need of her sister Golding. _Ge._ Why, mother, I ha' not yet. Alas! good mother, be not intoxicate for me; I am well enough; I would not change husbands with my sister, I. The[108] leg of a lark is better than the body of a kite. _Mist. T._ I know that: but---- _Ge._ What, sweet mother, what? _Mist. T._ It's but ill food when nothing's left but the claw. 161 _Ge._ That's true, mother. Ay me! _Mist. T._ Nay, sweet lady-bird,[109] sigh not. Child, madam--why do you weep thus? Be of good cheer; I shall die if you cry, and mar your complexion thus. _Ge._ Alas, mother, what should I do? _Mist. T._ Go to thy sister's, child; she'll be proud thy ladyship will come under her roof. She'll win thy father to release thy knight, and redeem thy gowns, and thy coach and thy horses, and set thee up again. 170 _Ge._ But will she get him to set my knight up too? _Mist. T._ That she will, or anything else thou'lt ask her. _Ge._ I will begin to love her if I thought she would do this. _Mist. T._ Try her, good chuck,[110] I warrant thee. _Ge._ Dost thou think she'll do't? _Si._ Ay, madam, and be glad you will receive it.