Sir John.

But I hope you will not serve a knight so, gentlewoman, will you? to cashier him, and cast him off at your pleasure! What do you think I was dubb'd for nothing? No, by my faith, lady's daughter.

Mary.

Pray sir John Pennydub, let it be deferr'd awhile. I have as big a heart to marry as you can have; but as the fortune-teller told me—

Sir John.

Pox o' the fortune-teller! Would Derrick had been his fortune seven years ago^{5 note}

my love thus! Did he know what case I was in? Why this is able to make a man drown himself in his father's fish-pond.

Mary.

And then he told me moreover, sir John, that the breach of it kept my father in purgatory.

Sir John.

In purgatory? why let him purge out his heart there; what have we to do with that? There's physicians enough there to cast his water^{6 note}

Mary.

Thy father's death? Is the old farmer dead?

Sir John.

As dead as his barn-door, Moll.

Mary.

And you'll keep your word with me now, sir John; that I shall have my coach and my coachman?

Sir John.

Ay 'faith.

Mary.

And two white horses with black feathers to draw it?

Sir John.

Two.

Mary.

A guarded lacky to run before it^{7 note}

Sir John.

Thou shalt, Moll.

Mary.

And to let me have money in my purse, to go whither I will.

Sir John.

All this.

Mary.

Then come; whatsoe'er comes on't, we'll be made sure together before the maids i'the kitchen.