Luc. And to be
marry'd, mark that. Aria. Then there's one doubt over, I'm glad he is
not married. La Nu. Come back- Death, I shall burst with Anger- this
Coldness blows my Flame, which if once visible, makes him a Tyrant-
Will. Fool, what's a Clock, fool? this noise hinders me from hearing
it strike. [Shakes his Pockets, and walks up and down. La Nu. A
blessed sound, if no Hue and Cry pursue it. -what- you are resolv'd
then upon this notable Exploit? Will. What Exploit, good Madam? La Nu.
Why, marrying of a Monster, and an ugly Monster. Will. Yes faith,
Child, here stands the bold Knight, that singly, and unarm'd, designs
to enter the List with Thogogandiga the Giant; a good Sword will
defend a worse cause than an ugly Wife. I know no danger worse than
fighting for my Living, and I have don't this dozen years for Bread.
La Nu. This is the common trick of all Rogues, when they have done an
ill thing to face it out. Will. An ill thing- your Pardon,
Sweet-heart, compare it but to Banishment, a frozen Sentry with brown
George and Spanish Pay; and if it be not better to be Master of a
Monster, than Slave to a damn'd Commonwealth- I submit- and since my
Fortune has thrown this good in my way- La Nu. You'll not be so
ungrateful to refuse it; besides then you may hope to sleep again,
without dreaming of Famine, or the Sword, two Plagues a Soldier of
Fortune is subject to.
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