`` It was Sir Daniel 's doing ; he hath money to gain upon both sides ; and , indeed , I have heard the poor wench bemoaning herself pitifully of the match . It seems she is of your mind , or else distasted to the bridegroom . '' `` Well ! marriage is like death , it comes to all , '' said Dick , with resignation . `` And she bemoaned herself ? I pray ye now , see there how shuttle-witted are these girls : to bemoan herself before that she had seen me ! Do I bemoan myself ? Not I . An I be to marry , I will marry dry-eyed ! But if ye know her , prithee , of what favour is she ? fair or foul ? And is she shrewish or pleasant ? '' `` Nay , what matters it ? '' said Matcham . `` An y ' are to marry , ye can but marry . What matters foul or fair ? These be but toys . Y ' are no milksop , Master Richard ; ye will wed with dry eyes , anyhow . '' `` It is well said , '' replied Shelton . `` Little I reck . ''
`` Your lady wife is like to have a pleasant lord , '' said XXXXX .
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