Scene IX.

Love for Love

by William Congreve

SIR SAMPSON and FORESIGHT.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
I left 'em together here; what, are they
gone? Ben's a brisk boy: he has got her into a corner; father's own
son, faith, he'll touzle her, and mouzle her. The rogue's sharp set,
coming from sea; if he should not stay for saving grace, old
Foresight, but fall to without the help of a parson, ha? Odd, if he
should I could not be angry with him; 'twould be but like me, a chip
of the old block. Ha! thou'rt melancholic, old Prognostication; as
melancholic as if thou hadst spilt the salt, or pared thy nails on a
Sunday. Come, cheer up, look about thee: look up, old stargazer.
Now is he poring upon the ground for a crooked pin, or an old
horse-nail, with the head towards him.

FORESIGHT
Sir Sampson, we'll have the wedding to-morrow
morning.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
With all my heart.

FORESIGHT
At ten a'clock, punctually at ten.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
To a minute, to a second; thou shalt set
thy watch, and the bridegroom shall observe its motions; they shall
be married to a minute, go to bed to a minute; and when the alarm
strikes, they shall keep time like the figures of St. Dunstan's
clock, and consummatum est shall ring all over the parish.