However, I find I am
pretty sure of her consent, if I am put to it. [Aside.] Marry
you? No, no, I'll love you.
SILV. Nay, but if you love me, you must marry me. What, don't I
know my father loved my mother and was married to her?
HEART. Ay, ay, in old days people married where they loved; but
that fashion is changed, child.
SILV. Never tell me that; I know it is not changed by myself: for
I love you, and would marry you.
HEART. I'll have my beard shaved, it sha'n't hurt thee, and we'll
go to bed -
SILV. No, no, I'm not such a fool neither, but I can keep myself
honest. Here, I won't keep anything that's yours; I hate you now,
[throws the purse] and I'll never see you again, 'cause you'd have
me be naught. [Going.]
HEART. Damn her, let her go, and a good riddance. Yet so much
tenderness and beauty and honesty together is a jewel. Stay,
Silvia--But then to marry; why, every man plays the fool once in
his life. But to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
SILV. What did you call me for?
HEART.
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