—so—now here’s a Bargain made without the formal Foppery of Marriage.
La Nu. Nay, faith Captain, she that will not take thy word as soon as the Parson’s of the Parish, deserves not the Blessing.
Will. Thou art reform’d, and I adore the Change.
Enter the Guardian, Blunt, and Fetherfool.
Guar. My Nieces stol’n, and by a couple of the Seignior’s Men! the Seignior fled too! undone, undone!
Will. Hah, now’s my Cue, I must finish this Jest. [Goes out.
Enter Shift and Giant, Hunt and Dwarf.
Guar. Oh impudence, my Nieces, and the Villains with ’em! I charge ye, Gentlemen, to lay hold on ’em.
Dwarf. For what, good Uncle, for being so courageous to marry us?
Guar. How, married to Rogues, Rascals, [John Potages!]