SCENE IV.
Bright, Newcut.
Bright. But are you sure they're they?
New. I'll not believe
My treacherous eyes again, but trust some dog
To guide me, if I did not see his uncle
Coming this way, and Bannswright with him.
Bright. Who?
The fellow that brings love to banns, and banns
To bare thighs 'bout the town?
New. The very same, sir;
The City-Cupid, that shoots arrows betwixt
Party and party. All the difference is,
He has his eyes, but they he brings together
Sometimes do not see one another, till
They meet i' th' church.
Bright. What say you now, if Warehouse
Should in displeasure marry?
New. 'Tis so; this fellow
In's company confirms me. 'Tis the very business,
Why Plotwell has sent for us.
Bright. Here they come:
Prythee, let's stand and overhear 'em.
New. Stand close, then.