Part 47 (2/2)

_Duch._ Beauteous?

Indeed I thank you: I look yong for your sake.

You have tane my cares upon you.

_Ant._ I'le fetch your grace The particulars of your revinew and expence.

_Duch._ Oh, you are an upright treasurer: but you mistooke, For when I said I meant to make enquiry What's layd up for tomorrow, I did meane What's layd up yonder for me.

_Ant._ Where?

_Duch._ In heaven.

I am making my will (as 'tis fit princes should In perfect memory), and I pray sir, tell me Were not one better make it smiling, thus, Then in deepe groanes, and terrible ghastly lookes, As if the guifts we parted with procur'd That violent distraction?

_Ant._ Oh, much better.

_Duch._ If I had a husband now, this care were quit: But I intend to make you over-seer.

What good deede shall we first remember? say.

_Ant._ Begin with that first good deede began i' th' world, After man's creation, the sacrament of marriage.

I'ld have you first provide for a good husband: Give him all.

_Duch._ All?

_Ant._ Yes, your excellent selfe.

_Duch._ In a winding sheete?

_Ant._ In a cople.

_Duch._ St. Winifrid, that were a strange will!

_Ant._ 'Twere strange if there were no will in you To marry againe.

_Duch._ What doe you thinke of marriage?

_Ant._ I take't, as those that deny purgatory, It locally containes or heaven or h.e.l.l; There's no third place in't.

_Duch._ How doe you affect it?

_Ant._ My banishment, feeding my mellancholly, Would often reason thus--

_Duch._ Pray let's heare it.

_Ant._ Say a man never marry, nor have children, What takes that from him? onely the bare name Of being a father, or the weake delight To see the little wanton ride a c.o.c.k-horse Upon a painted sticke, or heare him chatter Like a taught starling.

_Duch._ Fye, fie, what's all this?

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