Fred. No matter, he has enough for both.
Lor. Nay, Sir, an you be against me,
’Tis time to reform in my own defence;
But ’tis a thing I never consider’d, or thought on.
Fred. Marry first, and consider afterwards.
Lor. That’s the usual way, I confess;
Come, Isabella, since the Prince commands it,
I do not love thee, but yet I’ll not forswear it;
Since a greater Miracle than that is wrought,
And that’s my marrying thee;