DUNARDEN.
He is, of all men, bound to wed for wealth,
Since he, with his unceasing liberalities,
Would bare me to the quick. No tacksman dies,
But he must have appointed for his widow
A house, with right of browsing for her goats,
And pasture for a cow, all free of charge.
The bedrid carlins, too, and orphan brats,
Come all on me, through his petitioning;
And I, God help me! have been weak enough
To grant such suits too often.
MARIAN.
DUNARDEN.
But for our living days, I needs must say,
It doth not suit at all.—If he were frugal,
And would with care lay up what is our own;
Having some hoarded store, he might more reasonably
Indulge his prepossessions, as you phrase it.
MARIAN.
DUNARDEN.
Such want of reason would provoke a saint!
Is he to spend the rents with open hand,