_Ge._ As heartily as I would be forgiven, knight. Dear father, give me your blessing, and forgive me too; I ha' been proud and lascivious, father; and a fool, father; and being raised to the state of a wanton coy thing, called a lady, father; have scorned you, father, and my sister, and my sister's velvet cap too; and would make a mouth at the city as I rid through it; and stop mine ears at Bow-bell. I have said your beard was a base one, father; and that you looked like Twierpipe the taberer; and that my mother was but my midwife. 172 _Mist. T._ Now, God forgi' you, child madam! _To._ No more repetitions. What else is wanting to make our harmony full? _Go._ Only this, sir, that my fellow Francis make amends to Mistress Sindefy with marriage. _Qu._ With all my heart. _Go._ And Security give her a dower, which shall be all the restitution he shall make of that huge mass he hath so unlawfully gotten. 181 _To._ Excellently devised! a good motion![124] What says Master Security? _Sec._ I say anything, sir, what you'll ha' me say. Would I were no cuckold! _Wi._ Cuckold, husband? Why, I think this wearing of yellow[125] has infected you. 187 _To._ Why, Master Security, that should rather be a comfort to you than a corasive. If you be a cuckold, it's an argument you have a beautiful woman to your wife; then you shall be much made of; you shall have store of friends, never want money; you shall be eased of much o' your wedlock pain, others will take it for you. Besides, you being a usurer (and likely to go to hell), the devils will never torment you: they'll take you for one o' their own race. Again, if you be a cuckold, and know it not, you are an innocent; if you know it and endure it, a true martyr. 198 _Sec._ I am resolved, sir. Come hither, Winny. _To._ Well, then, all are pleased, or shall be anon. Master Wolf, you look hungry, methinks; have you no apparel to lend Francis to shift him? _Qu._ No, sir, nor I desire none; but here make it my suit, that I may go home through the streets in these, as a spectacle, or rather an example to the children of Cheapside. _To._ Thou hast thy wish. Now, London, look about, And in this moral see thy glass run out: Behold the careful father, thrifty son, The solemn deeds which each of us have done; 210 The usurer punish'd, and from fall so steep The prodigal child reclaim'd, and the lost sheep. [121] Old ed. "_Enter_ QUICKSILVER, Sir PETRONEL, _&c._"