_Pol._ What follows this? How prettily the young swain seems to wash 355 The hand was fair before! I have put you out: But to your protestation; let me hear What you profess. _Flo._ Do, and be witness to't. _Pol._ And this my neighbour too? _Flo._ And he, and more Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all: 360 That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth That ever made eye swerve, had force and knowledge More than was ever man's, I would not prize them Without her love; for her employ them all; 365 Commend them and condemn them to her service Or to their own perdition. _Pol._ Fairly offer'd. _Cam._ This shows a sound affection. _Shep._ But, my daughter, Say you the like to him? _Per._ I cannot speak So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better: 370 By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out The purity of his. _Shep._ Take hands, a bargain! And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't: I give my daughter to him, and will make Her portion equal his. _Flo._ O, that must be 375 I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, I shall have more than you can dream of yet; Enough then for your wonder. But, come on, Contract us 'fore these witnesses. _Shep._ Come, your hand; And, daughter, yours. _Pol._ Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you; 380 Have you a father? _Flo._ I have: but what of him? _Pol._ Knows he of this? _Flo._ He neither does nor shall. _Pol._ Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you once more, 385 Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear? Know man from man? dispute his own estate? Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing 390 But what he did being childish? _Flo._ No, good sir; He has his health and ampler strength indeed Than most have of his age. _Pol._ By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial: reason my son 395 Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason The father, all whose joy is nothing else But fair posterity, should hold some counsel In such a business.