Laun. I think she spoke of Marriage.
Seb. And he shall marry her, for it seems she likes him,
And their first Boy shall be my heir.
Laun. I, marry,
Now ye go right to work.
Thom. Fye, fie, Sir,
Now I have promis'd ye this night to marry,
Would ye be so intemperate? are ye a Gentleman?
Hyl. I have no maw to marriage, yet this Rascal
Tempts me extreamly: will ye marry presently?
Thom. Get you afore, and stay me at the Chapel,
Close by the Nunnery, there you shall find a night Priest,
Little Sir Hugh, and he can say the Matrimony
Over without Book, for we must have no company,
Nor light, for fear my Father know, which must not yet be;
And then to morrow night.
Hyl. Nothing to night, Sweet?
Thom. No, not a bit, I am sent of business,
About my dowry, Sweet, do not spoil all now,
'Tis of much haste: I can scarce stay the marriage,
Now if you love me, get you gone.
Hyl. You'll follow?
Thom. Within this hour, my sweet Chick.