To see joy in your looks again, sir;
The time is long since I have seen you smile.
This breast; it overflows
And runs into my eyes. This is my sister!
(O, what a word is sister!) and this my dear
And true Amphelia.
Come, Mirida shall be thine to-day too. [To Philidor.
Take the words out of my mouth.
You and I marry, quotha!
Rather hear a long sermon, than
Hear a parson ask me: Mirida,
Will you have this man for your
Wedded husband, to have and to hold,
From this day forward, and so forth.
Sickness or in health.
Married half a year, one's
Husband falls into a deep consumption,
And will not do one the favour to
Die neither, then we must be
Ever feeding him with caudles.
O, from a husband in a consumption
Deliver me!
Of thee, Mirida, when once we were
Chain'd together: the very name of
Wife would be a vomit to me: then
Nothing but, where's my wife? call
My wife to dinner, call my wife to supper;
And then at night, come, wife, will you
Go to bed?
To be call'd by one's husband every night
To go to bed. O, that dull, dull
Name of husband!
Marrying to us, till both of us have
Committed such faults as are death
By the law; then instead of
Hanging us, marry us.
Earnestly we shall petition your
Highness to be hang'd rather than
Married.
Wildest of these two.
Now, brave Arbatus, in all my dukedom
There is but one gift worthy thy
Receiving, and that's my sister;
Here, sir, take her as freely as heaven
Gave her me.
This day Hymen shall light his torch for all.
And my female?
If he does.
I should have chose the man that you have given me,
Yet I beg we may not marry yet; we have
Call'd brother and sister so long, that yet
We needs must think we are so still.
Let's think so as little a while as we can,
That fancy may not keep my joy in prison.
Heaven for these unexpected joys.
Each day the gods shall lend me in this life,
I'll thank them for a sister and a wife. [Exeunt.