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SCENE II] LOVE FOR LOVE 279
Ben, Ay, the same.
Mrs. Fore. Sir Sampson and Angelica: impossible!
Ben. That may be—but I'm sure it is as I tell you.
Sean. 'Sdeath, it's a jest! I can't believe it.
Ben. Look you, friend, it's nothing to me whether you
believe it or no. What I say is true, d'ye sec; they are
married, or just going to be married, I know not which.
Fore. Well, but they are not mad, that is not lunatic?
Ben. I don't know what you may call madness; but
she's mad for a husband, and he's horn mad, I think, or
they'd ne'er make a match together.—Here they come.
Enter Sir SAMPSON, ANGELICA, and BUCKRAM.
Sir Samp. Where is this old soothsayer? this uncle of
mine elect?—Aha! old Foresight, Uncle foresight, wish me
joy, Uncle Foresight, double joy, both as uncle and astrologer;
here's a conjunction that was not foretold in all your
Ephemeris. The brightest star in the blue firmament—is
shot from above in a jelly of love, and so forth; and I'm
lord of the ascendant. Odd, you're an old fellow, Foresight,
uncle I mean; a very old fellow, Uncle Foresight; and yet
you shall live to dance at my wedding, faith and troth you
shall. Odd, we'll have the music of the spheres for thce,
old Lilly, that we will, and thou shalt lead up a dance in
via lacteal
Fore. I'm thunderstruck!—You arc not married to my
niece?
Sir Samp. Not absolutely married, uncle; but very near
it, within a kiss of the matter, as you see.
[Kisses ANGELICA.
Ang. 'Tis very true, indeed, uncle; I hope you'll be my
father, and give me.
Sir Samp. That he shall, or I'll burn his globes. Body
o' me, he shall be thy father, I'll make him thy father, and
thou shalt make me a father, and Til make thee a mother,
and we'll beget sons and daughters enough to put the
weekly bills out of countenance.
Scan. Death and hell! where's Valentine? [Exit.
Mrs. Fore. This is so surprising—
Sir Samp. How! what does my aunt say? Surprising,
aunt! not at all, for a young couple to make a match in
winter: not at all.—It's a plot to undermine cold weather,