Part 30

DAUGHTER. Tis a sweet one, And will perfume me finely against the wedding. Is not this your Cosen Arcite?

DOCTOR. Yes, sweet heart, And I am glad my Cosen Palamon Has made so faire a choice.

DAUGHTER. Doe you thinke hee’l have me?

DOCTOR. Yes, without doubt.

DAUGHTER. Doe you thinke so too?

IAILOR. Yes.

DAUGHTER. We shall have many children:—Lord, how y’ar growne! My Palamon, I hope, will grow, too, finely, Now he’s at liberty: Alas, poore Chicken, He was kept downe with hard meate and ill lodging, But ile kisse him up againe.

MESSENGER. What doe you here? you’l loose the noblest sight That ev’r was seene.

IAILOR. Are they i’th Field?

MESSENGER. They are. You beare a charge there too.

IAILOR. Ile away straight. I must ev’n leave you here.

DOCTOR. Nay, wee’l goe with you; I will not loose the Fight.

IAILOR. How did you like her?

DOCTOR. Ile warrant you, within these 3. or 4. daies Ile make her right againe. You must not from her, But still preserve her in this way.

WOOER. I will.

DOCTOR. Lets get her in.

WOOER. Come, sweete, wee’l goe to dinner; And then weele play at Cardes.

DAUGHTER. And shall we kisse too?

WOOER. A hundred times.

DAUGHTER. And twenty.

WOOER. I, and twenty.

DAUGHTER. And then wee’l sleepe together.

DOCTOR. Take her offer.

WOOER. Yes, marry, will we.

DAUGHTER. But you shall not hurt me.

WOOER. I will not, sweete.

DAUGHTER. If you doe, Love, ile cry. [Florish. Exeunt]

Scaena 3. (A Place near the Lists.)