would; faith and troth she's devilish handsome. [Aside.] Madam,
you deserve a good husband, and 'twere pity you should be thrown
away upon any of these young idle rogues about the town. Odd,
there's ne'er a young fellow worth hanging--that is a very young
fellow. Pize on 'em, they never think beforehand of anything; and
if they commit matrimony, 'tis as they commit murder, out of a
frolic, and are ready to hang themselves, or to be hanged by the
law, the next morning. Odso, have a care, madam.

ANG. Therefore I ask your advice, Sir Sampson. I have fortune
enough to make any man easy that I can like: if there were such a
thing as a young agreeable man, with a reasonable stock of good
nature and sense--for I would neither have an absolute wit nor a
fool.

SIR SAMP. Odd, you are hard to please, madam: to find a young
fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye
of the world, is a very hard task. But, faith and troth, you speak
very discreetly; for I hate both a wit and a fool.

ANG. She that marries a fool, Sir Sampson, forfeits the reputation
of her honesty or understanding; and she that marries a very witty
man is a slave to the severity and insolent conduct of her husband.
I should like a man of wit for a lover, because I would have such an
one in my power; but I would no more be his wife than his enemy.
For his malice is not a more terrible consequence of his aversion
than his jealousy is of his love.

SIR SAMP. None of old Foresight's sibyls ever uttered such a truth.
Odsbud, you have won my heart; I hate a wit: I had a son that was