my father hath left me will make it about fifteen
hundred. Admirable!

JOHN. In debt to no man: then must our natural care be,
As she is wealthy, to see her married well.

ILF. And that she shall be as well as the priest can; he shall not leave
a word out.

THOM. I think she has--

ILF. What, a God's name?

THOM. About four thousand pound in her great chest.

ILF. And I'll find a vent for't, I hope.

JOHN. She is virtuous, and she is fair.

ILF. And she were foul, being rich, I would be glad of her.

BUT. Pish, pish!

JOHN. Come, we'll go visit her, but with this care,
That to no spendthrift we do marry her.

[_Exeunt_.

ILF. You may chance be deceived, old greybeards; here's he will spend
some of it; thanks, thanks, honest butler! Now do I see the happiness of
my future estate. I walk me as to-morrow, being the day after my
marriage, with my fourteen men in livery-cloaks after me, and step to
the wall in some chief streets of the city, though I have no occasion to
use it, that the shopkeepers may take notice how many followers stand
bare to me. And yet in this latter age, the keeping of men being not in
request, I will turn my aforesaid fourteen into two pages and two
coaches. I will get myself into grace at court, run headlong into debt,
and then look scurvily upon the city. I will walk you into the presence
in the afternoon, having put on a richer suit than I wore in the
morning, and call, boy or sirrah. I will have the grace of some great
lady, though I pay for't, and at the next triumphs run a-tilt, that when
I run my course, though I break not my lance, she may whisper to
herself, looking upon my jewel: well-run, my knight. I will now keep
great horses, scorning to have a queen to keep me; indeed I will
practise all the gallantry in use; for by a wife comes all my happiness.

_Enter_ BUTLER.

BUT. Now, sir, you have heard her uncles, and how do you like them?

ILF. O butler, they have made good thy words, and I am ravished with
them.

BUT. And having seen and kissed the gentlewoman, how do you like her?

ILF. O butler, beyond discourse, beyond any element; she's a paragon for
a prince, rather than a fit implement for a gentleman.[414]

BUT. Well then, since you like her, and by my means, she shall like you,
nothing rests now, but to have you married.

ILF. True, butler, but withal to have her portion!

BUT. Tut, that's sure yours, when you are