[SIR WILLIAM seated with two Lawyers.]
Sir Wil. How many words you take to tell few things Again, again say over what, said once, Methinks were told enough!
First Lawyer. It is the law, Which labours at precision.
Sir Wil. Yes; and thrives Upon uncertainty--and makes it, too, With all its pains to shun it. I could bind Myself, methinks, with but the twentieth part Of all this cordage, sirs.--But every man, As they say, to his own business. You think The settlement is handsome?
First Lawyer. Very, sir.
Sir Wil. Then now, sirs, we have done, and take my thanks, Which, with your charges, I will render you Again to-morrow.
First Lawyer. Happy nuptials, sir.
[Lawyers go out.]
Sir Wil. Who passes there? Hoa! send my daughter to me, And Master Wildrake too! I wait for them.
Bold work!--Without her leave to wait upon her, And ask her go to church!--'Tis taking her By storm! What else could move her yesterday But jealousy? What causeth jealousy But love? She's mine the moment she receives Conclusive proof, like this, that heart and soul, And mind and person, I am all her own!
Heigh ho! These soft alarms are very sweet, And yet tormenting too! Ha! Master Wildrake, [Enter WILDRAKE.]
I am glad you're ready, for I'm all in arms To bear the widow off. Come! Don't be sad;All must go merrily, you know, to-day! - She still doth bear him hard, I see! The girl Affects him not, and Trueworth is at fault, Though clear it is that he doth die for her. [Aside.]
Well, daughter?--So I see you're ready too.
[Enter CONSTANCE.]
Why, what's amiss with thee?
Phoebe. [Entering.] The coach is here.
Sir Wil. Come, Wildrake, offer her your arm.
Con. [To WILDRAKE.] I thank you!
I am not an invalid!--can use my limbs!
He knows not how to make an arm, befits A lady lean upon.
Sir Wil. Why, teach him, then.
Con. Teach him! Teach Master Wildrake! Teach, indeed!
I taught my dog to beg, because I knew That he could learn it.
Sir Wil. Peace, thou little shrew!
I'll have no wrangling on my wedding-day!
Here, take my arm.
Con. I'll not!--I'll walk alone!
Live, die alone! I do abominate The fool and all his ***!
Sir Wil. Again!
Con. I have done.
When do you marry, Master Wildrake? She Will want a husband goes to church with thee!
[They go out.]
