e.

_Mor._ You would fain be fingering your rents before-hand; but that
makes a man an ill husband ever after. Consider, marriage is a painful
vocation, as you shall prove it; manage your incomes as thriftily as
you can, you shall find a hard task on't to make even at the year's
end, and yet to live decently.

_Ant._ I came with a Christian intention to revenge myself upon thy
father, for being the head of a false religion.

_Mor._ And so you shall; I offer you his daughter for your second. But
since you are so pressing, meet me under my window to-morrow night,
body for body, about this hour; I'll slip down out of my lodging, and
bring my father in my hand.

_Ant._ How, thy father!

_Mor._ I mean, all that's good of him; his pearls and jewels, his
whole contents, his heart and soul; as much as ever I can carry! I'll
leave him his Alcoran, that's revenue enough for him; every page of it
is gold and diamonds. He has the turn of an eye, a demure smile, and a
godly cant, that are worth millions to him. I forgot to tell you, that
I will have a slave prepared at the postern gate, with two horses
ready saddled.--No more, for I fear I may be missed; and think I hear
them calling for me.--If you have constancy and courage--

_Ant._ Never doubt it; and love in abundance, to wander with thee all
the world over.

_Mor._ The value of twelve hundred thousand crowns in a casket!--

_Ant._ A heavy burden, heaven knows! but we must pray for patience to
support it.

_Mor._ Besides a willing titt, that will venture her corps with you.
Come, I know you long to have a parting blow with me; and therefore,
to shew I am in charity-- [_He kisses her._

_Ant._ Once more for pity, that I may keep the flavour upon my lips
till we meet again.

_Mor._ No, frequent charities make bold beggars; and, besides, I have
learned of a falconer, never to feed up a hawk when I would have him
fly. That's enough; but, if you would be nibbling, here's a hand to
stay your stomach. [_Kissing her hand._

_Ant._ Thus conquered infidels, that wars may cease,
Are forced to give their hands, and sign the peace.

_Mor._ Thus Christians are outwitted by the foe;
You had her in your power, and let her go.
If you release my hand, the fault's not mine;
You should have made me seal, as well as sign.
[_She runs off, he follows her to the door; then
comes bac