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_Mor._ Which you shall never touch, but upon better assurances than
you imagine. [_Pulling her hand away._
_Ant._ I'll marry thee, and make a Christian of thee, thou pretty
damned infidel.
_Mor._ I mean you shall; but no earnest till the bargain be made
before witness: there is love enough to be had, and as much as you can
turn you to, never doubt; but all upon honourable terms.
_Ant._ I vow and swear by Love; and he's a deity in all religions.
_Mor._ But never to be trusted in any: he has another name too, of a
worse sound. Shall I trust an oath, when I see your eyes languishing,
your cheeks flushing, and can hear your heart throbbing? No, I'll not
come near you: he's a foolish physician, who will feel the pulse of a
patient, that has the plague-spots upon him.
_Ant._ Did one ever hear a little moppet argue so perversely against
so good a cause! Come, pr'ythee, let me anticipate a little of my
revenue.
_Mor._ You would fain be fingering your rents before-hand; but that
makes a man an ill husband ever after. Consider, marriage is a painful
vocation, as you shall prove it; manage your incomes as thriftily as
you can, you shall find a hard task on't to make even at the year's
end, and yet to live decently.
_Ant._ I came with a Christian intention to revenge myself upon thy
father, for being the head of a false religion.
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