Sencer. Marry, thus: I had knocked my heels against the ground a good while, knew not where to have a bed for love or money. Now, what did I, but, spying the watch, went and hit the constable a good souse on the ear, who provided me of a lodging presently? and the next day, being brought before your worship, I was then sent thither back again, where I lay three or four days without control. Sir Harry. Oh, you’re a gallant! Is that gentleman A suitor too? Haringfield. I am a suitor in my friend’s behalf, No otherwise. I can assure you, sir, He is a gentleman descended well, Derived from a good house, well qualified, And well possessed; but that which most should move you, He loves your daughter. Gratiana. [_Aside_.] But were I to choose Which of these two should please my fancy best, I sooner should affect this gentleman, For his mild carriage and his fair discourse, Than my hot suitor. Ruffians I detest; A smooth and square behaviour likes me most. Sencer. What say you to me, lady? Gratiana. You had best ask my father what I should say. Sencer. Are you angry, sweet lady, that I asked your father’s consent? Gratiana. No; if you can get his consent to marry him, shall it displease me? Haringfield. Indeed you therein much forget yourself, To sound her father ere you tasted her.[4.22] You should have first sought means for her goodwill, And after compassed his. Sir Harry. He can prevail with neither.--Gentlemen, If you will come to revel, you are welcome; If to my table, welcome; if to use me In any grateful office, welcome too; But, if you come as suitors, there’s the door. Sencer. The door! Sir Harry. I say the door. Sencer. Why, sir, tell not me of your door, nor going out of it. Your company is fair and good, and so is your daughter’s; I’ll stay here this twelvemonth, ere I’ll offer to trouble your door. Sir Harry. Sir, but you shall not.--Taber! where’s that knave? Sencer. Why, sir, I hope you do not mean to make us dance, that you call for a tabor. Haringfield. Nay, Master Sencer, do not urge the knight; He is incensed now; choose a fitter hour, And tempt his love in that. Old men are testy; Their rage, if stood against, grows violent, But, suffered and forborne, confounds itself. Sir Harry. Where’s Taber? Taber. [_Coming forward_.] At hand, noble master. Sir Harry. Show them the door. Taber. That I will,--and take money too, if it please them. Sencer. Is thy name Taber? Taber. I am so yclept, sir. Sencer. And, Taber, are you appointed to give us Jack Drum’s entertainment?[4.23] Taber. Why, sir, you do not play upon me. Sencer. Though I cannot, yet I have known an hare that could. But, knight, thou dost not forbid us thine house? Sir Harry. Yes, and forewarn it too.