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SCENE III] LOVE FOR LOVE 237<br />
Scan, Come, Valentine, I'll go with you; I've something<br />
in my head to communicate to you.<br />
[Exeunt VALENTINE and SCANDAL.<br />
Sir Samp. What, is my son Valentine gone? what, is<br />
he sneaked off, and would not see his brother? There's an<br />
unnatural whelp! there's an ill-natured dog!—What, were<br />
you here too, madam, and could not keep him? could<br />
neither love, nor duty, nor natural affection, oblige him?<br />
Ddsbud, madam, have no more to say to him; he is not<br />
worth your consideration. The rogue has not a drachm of<br />
generous love about him: all interest, all interest; he's an<br />
undone scoundrel, and courts your estate: body o' me, he<br />
does not care a doit for your person.<br />
Ang. I'm pretty even with him, Sir Sampson; for if ever<br />
I could have liked anything in him, it should have been<br />
his estate, too: but since that's gone, the bait's off, and the<br />
naked hook appears.<br />
Sir Samp. Odsbud, well spoken; and you are a wiser<br />
woman than I thought you were: for most young women<br />
now-a-days are to be tempted with a naked hook,<br />
Ang. If I marry, Sir Sampson, I'm for a good estate with<br />
any man, and for any man with a good estate: therefore<br />
if I were obliged to make a choice, I declare I'd rather<br />
have you than your son.<br />
Sir Samp. Faith and troth, you're a wise woman, and<br />
I'm glad to hear you say so; I was afraid you were in<br />
love with the reprobate; odd, I was sorry for you with all<br />
my heart: hang him, mongrel; cast him off; you shall see<br />
the rogue show himself, and make love to some desponding<br />
Gadua of four-score for sustenance. Odd, I love to see a<br />
young spendthrift forced to cling to an old woman for<br />
support, like ivy round a dead oak: faith I do; I love to see<br />
'em hug and cotton together, like down upon a thistle.<br />
Enter BEN and Servant.<br />
Ben. Where's father?<br />
Scrv. There, sir, his back's toward you.<br />
Sir Samp. My son Ben! bless thee, my dear boy; body o'<br />
me, thou art heartily welcome.<br />
Ben. Thank you, father, and I'm glad to see you.<br />
Sir Samp. Odsbud, and I am glad to see thee; kiss me,<br />
boy, kiss me again and again, dear Ben. [Kisses him.