DISSIMULATION. Now, of my troth, it is a pretty jest: hath he made True Friendship hide his head? Sure, if it be so, Good Neighbourhood and Liberality for fear are fled.
SIMONY. But, fellow Dissimulation, tell me what priest shall marry ye!
DISSIMULATION. Marry, that shall an old friend of mine, Master Doctor Hypocrisy.
SIMONY. Why, will you not have Sir Peter Pleaseman to supply that want?
DISSIMULATION. Indeed, Sir Peter is a good priest, but Doctor Hypocrisy is most ancient. But, Cousin Cogging, I pray you go to invite the guests, And tell them that they need not disturb their quietness: Desire them to come at dinner-time, and it shall suffice, Because I know they will be loth so early to rise. But at any hand will Doctor Hypocrisy, That he meet us at the church very early; For I would not have all the world to wonder at our match: It is an old proverb: 'Tis good having a hatch before the door, but I'll have a door before the hatch.
COGGING. Sir, I will about it as fast as I can hie. I'll first to that scald bald-knave Doctor Hypocrisy. [_Aside_. [_Exit_ COGGING.
SIMONY. But, fellow Dissimulation, how darest thou marry with Love, bearing no love at all? For thou dost nothing but dissemble: then thy love must needs be small. Thou canst not love but from the teeth forward. Sure the wife that marries thee shall highly be preferr'd.
DISSIMULATION. Tush, tush! you are a merry man: I warrant you I know what I do, And can yield a good reason for it, I may say unto you. What, and if the world should change, and run all on her side, Then might I by her means still in good credit abide. Thou knowest Love is ancient, and lives peaceably without any strife; Then sure the people will think well of me, because she is my wife.
SIMONY. Trust me, thou art as crafty, to have an eye to the main-chance. As the tailor, that out of seven yards stole one and a half of durance.[216] He served at that time the devil in the likeness of Saint Katherine: Such tailors will thrive, that out of a doublet and a pair of hose can steal their wife an apron. The doublet-sleeves three fingers were too short; The Venetians[217] came nothing near the knee.
DISSIMULATION. Then, for to make them long enough, I pray thee what did he?