I had a mind,
now, to have kept you there until your wits returned, and you would
say Yes to some young noble suitor. As if I had not had trouble
enough about your dower!--If I had had to fight for it, I should not
have minded:--but these palavers and conferences have fretted me
into the gout: and now you would throw all away again, tired with
your toy, I suppose. What shall I say to the Counts, Varila, and
the Cupbearer, and all the noble knights who will hazard their lands
and lives in trying to right you with that traitor? I am ashamed to
look them in the face! To give all up to the villain!--To pay him
for his treason!
Eliz. Uncle, I give but what to me is worthless. He loves these
baubles--let him keep them, then: I have my dower.
Bishop. To squander on nuns and beggars, at this rogue's bidding?
Why not marry some honest man? You may have your choice of kings
and princes; and if you have been happy with one gentleman, Mass!
say I, why can't you be happy with another? What saith the
Scripture? 'I will that the younger widows marry, bear children,'--
not run after monks, and what not--What's good for the filly, is
good for the mare, say I.
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