how do you like your friends discourse I know he is perswading to this motion Fra. Father as matter that befits a friend But yet not me that am too young to marry M. Gou. Nay if thy minde be forward with thy yeares The time is lost thou tarriest trust me boy This match is answerable to thy birth Her bloud and portion giue each other grace These indented lines promise a sum And I do like the valew if it hap thy liking to accord to my consent It is a match wilt thou goe see the maide Fra. Nere trust me Father the shape of marriage Which I doe see in others seeme so seuere I dare not put my youngling liberty Vnder the awe of that instruction And yet I graunt the limmits of free youth Going astray are often restrainde by that But mistresse wedlocke to my scholler thoughts Will be too curst I feare O should she snip My pleasure ayming minde I shall be sad And sweare when I did marry I was mad M, Gour. But boy let my experience teach thee this Yet in good faith thou speakst not much amisse When first thy mothers same to me did come Thy grandsire thus then came to me his sonne And euen my words to thee to me he said And as to me thou saist to him I said But in a greater huffe and hotter bloud I tell ye on youthes tip-toes then I stood Saies he good faith this was his very say When I was yong I was but reasons foole And went to wedding as to wisdomes schoole It taught me much and much I did forget But beaten much by it I got some wit Though I was shackled from an often scoute Yet I would wanton it when I was out T was comfort old acquaintance then to meete Restrained liberty attainde is sweet Thus said my Father to thy Father sonne And thou maist doe this to as I haue done Phi. In faith good counsell Franke what saist thou to it Fra. Phillip what should I say Phil. Why eyther I or no Fra. O but which rather Phil. Why that which was perswaded by thy father Fra. That 's I then I O should it fall out ill Then I for I am guilty of that ill I le not be guilty no Phi. What backeward gone Fra. Phillip no whit back-ward that is on Phi. On then Fra. O stay Phil. Tush there is no good lucke in this delay Come come late commers man are shent Fra. Heigh ho I feare I shall repent Well which way Franke Phi. Why this way Fra. Canst thou tell And takest vpon thee to be my guide to hell But which way Father M. Gou. That way Fran. I you know You found the way to sorrow long agoe Father God boye ye you haue sent your sonne To seeke on earth an earthly day of doome Where I shall be iudged alacke the ruthe To pennance for the follies of my youth Well I must goe but by my troth my minde Is not loue capable to that kinde O I haue lookt vpon this mould of men As I haue done vpon a Lyons den Praised I haue the gallant beast I saw Yet wisht me no acquaintance with his pawe And must I now be grated with them well Yet I may hap to prooue a Daniell And if I doe sure it would make me laugh To be among wilde beastes and yet be safe Is there a remedy to abate their rage Yes many catch them and put them in a cage I but how catch them marry in your hand Carrie me foorth a burning fire-brand For with his sparkling shine olde rumor saies A fire-brand the swiftest runner fraies This I may doe but if it prooue not so Then man goes out to seeke his adiunct woe Phillip away and Father now adew In quest of sorrow I am sent by you M. Gou. Returne the messenger of ioy my sonne Fran. Sildome in this world such a worke is done Phi. Nay nay make hast it will be quicklie night Fra. Why is it not good to wooe by candle light Phi. But if we make not haste thei le be a bed Fran. The better candles out and curtans spred Exeunt M. Gour. I know though that my sons years be not many Yet he hath wit to wooe as well as any Heere comes my wife I am glad my boy is gone Enter in stresse Goursey Ere she came hether how now wife how i st What are ye yet in charity and loue with mistresse Barnes Mi. Gou, What mistris Barnes why mistris Barnes I pray M. Gou. Because she is your neighbour and Mi. Gou. And what And a iealous slandering spitefull queane she is One that would blur my reputation With her approbrious mallice if she could She wrongs her husband to abuse my fame T is knowne that I haue liude in honest name All my life time and bin your right true wife M. Gour. I entertaine no other thought my wife And my opinion's sound of your behauiour Mis. Gour. And my behauiour is as sound as it But her ill speeches seekes to rot my credit And eate it with the worme of hate and mallice M. Gou. Why then preserue it you by patience Mi. Gou. By patience would ye haue me shame my selfe And cussen my selfe to beare her iniuries Not while her eyes be open will I yeelde A word a letter a sillables valew But equall and make euen her wrongs to me To her againe M, Gou. Then in good faith wife ye are more to blame Mi. Gou. Am I too blame sir pray what letters this M. Gou. There is a dearth of manners in ye wife Rudelie to snatch it from me giue it me Mi. Gou. You shall not haue it till I haue read it M, Gou. Giue me it then and I will read it to you Mi. Gou, No no it shall not need I am a scholler Good enough to read a letter sir M. Gou Gods passion if she knew but the contents Shee le seeke to crosse this match she shall not read it Wife giue it me come come giue it me Mi. Gou. Husband in very deed you shall not haue it M. Gou. What will you mooue me to impatience then Mi. Gou. Tut tell not me of your impatience But since you talke sir of impatience You shall not haue the letter by this light Till I haue read it soule I le burne it first M. Gou. Go to ye moue me wife giue me the letter Introth I shall growe angry if you doe not Mi. Gou. Grow to the house top with your anger sir Nere tell me I care not thus much for it M. Gour. Well I can beare enough but not too much Come giue it me t were best you be perswaded By God ye make me sweare now God forgiue me Giue me I say and stand not long vpon it Go to I am angry at the heart my very heart Mis. Gou. Hart me no hearts you shall not haue it sir No you shall not nere looke so big I will nor be affraide at your great lookes You shall not haue