Love for Love: Scene IX.
Scene IX.
[To them] SIR SAMPSON, ANGELICA, BUCKRAM.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Where is this old soothsayer, this uncle of mine elect?
Aha, old Foresight, Uncle Foresight, wish me joy, Uncle Foresight,
double joy, both as uncle and astrologer; here's a conjunction that
was not foretold in all your Ephemeris. The brightest star in the
blue firmament--IS SHOT FROM ABOVE, IN A JELLY OF LOVE, and so
forth; and I'm lord of the ascendant. Odd, you're an old fellow,
Foresight; uncle, I mean, a very old fellow, Uncle Foresight: and
yet you shall live to dance at my wedding; faith and troth, you
shall. Odd, we'll have the music of the sphere's for thee, old
Lilly, that we will, and thou shalt lead up a dance in Via Lactea.
FORESIGHT
I'm thunderstruck! You are not married to my niece?
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Not absolutely married, uncle; but very near it, within a
kiss of the matter, as you see. [Kisses ANGELICA.]
ANGELICA
'Tis very true, indeed, uncle. I hope you'll be my father,
and give me.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
That he shall, or I'll burn his globes. Body o' me, he
shall be thy father, I'll make him thy father, and thou shalt make
me a father, and I'll make thee a mother, and we'll beget sons and
daughters enough to put the weekly bills out of countenance.
SCANDAL
Death and hell! Where's Valentine?