BEATRICE.
To chide thee for thy most presumptuous message.
MAURICE.
That thou wilt say within thy cunning self,
"This man, in truth, is made to be a husband."
BEATRICE.
Could hold such inward parley. Every gallant
Would laugh most certainly within himself,
On hearing such a sober, grave conclusion
Joined to the noted name of gay Don Maurice.
MAURICE.
And levities, and gambols charged upon me
By every lean-faced dame that wears a hood.
I will be grave, and dismal, and punctilious
As heir at miser's funeral, if thou wilt,
And all the while as blithe o' heart as he.
I have as many fashions and demeanours,
As mantles in a lady's wardrobe; choose,—
I'll be whate'er thou wilt, if in return
Thou wilt obey me but for some few hours.
BEATRICE.
MAURICE.