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SCENE i] LOVE FDR LDVE 219<br />
tell one another.—She is young and sanguine, has a wanton<br />
hazel eye, and was born under Gemini, which may incline<br />
her to society; she has a mole upon her lip, with a moist<br />
palm, and an open liberality on the mount of Venus.<br />
Ang. Ha! ha! ha!<br />
Fore. Do you laugh?—Well, gentlewoman, I'll—but come,<br />
be a good girl, don't perplex your poor uncle, tell me; won't<br />
you speak?—Odd, I'll—<br />
Re-enter Servant.<br />
Serv. Sir Sampson is coming down to wait upon you.<br />
Ang. Good b'w'ye, uncle.—Call me a chair.—[Exit<br />
Servant.] I'll find out my aunt, and tell her she must not<br />
come home. [Exit.<br />
Fore. I'm so perplexed and vexed, I am not fit to receive<br />
him; I shall scarce recover myself before the hour be past.<br />
— Go, nurse, tell Sir Sampson I'm ready to wait on him.<br />
Nurse. Yes, sir. [Exit.<br />
Fore. Well—why, if I was born to be a cuckold there's<br />
no more to be said—he's here already.<br />
Enter Sir SAMPSON with a paper.<br />
Sir Samp. Nor no more to be done, old boy; that's plain.<br />
—Here 'tis, I have it in my hand, old Ptolomee; I'll make<br />
the ungracious prodigal know who begat him; I will, old<br />
Nostradamus. What, I warrant my son thought nothing<br />
belonged to a father but forgiveness and affection; no authority,<br />
no correction, no arbitrary power; nothing to be<br />
done, but for him to offend, and me to pardon. I warrant<br />
you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay<br />
the piper. Well, but here it is under black and white, sig~<br />
natum, sigillatum, and deliberatum; that as soon as my son<br />
Benjamin is arrived, he is to make over to him his right of<br />
inheritance. Where's my daughter that is to be—ha! old<br />
Merlin! body o' me, I'm so glad I'm revenged on this undutiful<br />
rogue.<br />
Fore. Odso, let me see; let me see the paper.—Ay, faith<br />
and troth, here 'tis, if it will but hold. I wish things were<br />
done, and the conveyance made. When was this signed,<br />
what hour? Odso, you should have consulted me for the<br />
time. Well, but we'll make haste.<br />
Sir Samp. Haste, ay, ay; haste enough, my son Ben will<br />
be in town to-night.—I have ordered my lawyer to draw up
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