Nay, nay, you promised me one last fair, Will, and brought me home nothing but a twopenny bun after all. I know you well enough; so you may play your tricks off by yourself: I'll have nothing to do with you.(Exit.
WILL.
What ails the wench now, I wonder; ever since that there poet, as they call him, has been in the house, she has spoken to me as if I were a pair of old boots.(Exit.
SCENE II.A Parlour.
EnterSir John HazelwoodandWorshipton.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Well, Ned, here is a rich heiress unexpectedly fallen in our way; you or I for her?
WORSHIPTON.
If women favour'd men for their merit, Sir John, I should not presume to enter the lists with you: but, luckily, they prefer a good complexion to a good understanding; a well-made leg to what my grandmother used to call a well-order'd mind; and a very little fashion to a great deal of philosophy; which makes us good-for-nothing fellows come farther into their good graces than wiser men think we are entitled to.
