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SCENE I] LOVE FOR LOVE 273<br />
me: for you know he has long pretended a passion for me.<br />
Sir Samp. Gadzooks, a most ingenious contrivance!—if<br />
we were to go through with it. But why must the match<br />
only be seemingly carried on?—Odd, let it be a real contract.<br />
Ang. O fy, Sir Sampson! what would the world say?<br />
Sir Samp. Say! they would say you were a wise woman<br />
and I a happy man. Odd, madam, I'll love you as long as<br />
I live, and leave you a good jointure when I die.<br />
Ang. Ay; but that is not in your power, Sir Sampson; for<br />
when Valentine confesses himself in his senses, he must<br />
make over his inheritance to his younger brother.<br />
Sir Samp. Odd, you're cunning, a wary baggage! faith<br />
and troth, I like you the better.—But, I warrant you, I<br />
have a proviso in the obligation in favour of myself.—Body<br />
o' me, I have a trick to turn the settlement upon issue male<br />
of our two bodies begotten. Odsbud, let us find children,<br />
and I'll find an estate.<br />
Ang. Will you? well do you find the estate, and leave the<br />
other to me.<br />
Sir Samp. O rogue! but I'll trust you. And will you consent'<br />
is it a match then?<br />
Ang. Let me consult my lawyer concerning this obligation;<br />
and if I find what you propose practicable, I'll give you<br />
my answer.<br />
Sir Samp. With all my heart: come in with me, and I'll<br />
lend you the bond.—You shall consult your lawyer, and<br />
I'll consult a parson. Odzooks I'm a young man: odzooks,<br />
I'm a young man, and I'll make it appear. Odd, you're<br />
devilish handsome: faith and troth, you're very handsome;<br />
and I'm very young, and very lusty. Odsbud, hussy, you<br />
know how to choose, and so do I;—odd, I think we are<br />
very well met. Give me your hand, odd, let me kiss it;<br />
'tis as warm and as soft—as what?—Odd, as t'other hand;<br />
give me t'other hand, and I'll mumble 'em and kiss 'em till<br />
they melt in my mouth.<br />
Ang. Hold, Sir Sampson: you're profuse of your vigour<br />
before your time: you'll spend your estate before you come<br />
to it.<br />
Sir Samp. No, no, only give you a rent-roll of my possessions,—ha!<br />
baggage!—I warrant you for little Sampson:<br />
odd, Sampson's a very good name for an able fellow: your<br />
Sampsons were strong dogs from the beginning.
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