Mar. There he speaks sence, but I'le assure ye, Gentleman,
I think no Wife of yours: at what hour was it?
Hyl. 'S pretious; you'l make me mad; did not the Priest,
Sir Hugh, that you appointed, about twelve a Clock
Tye our hands fast? did not you swear you lov'd me?
Did not I court ye, coming from this Gentlewomans?
Ma. Good Sir, go sleep: for if I credit have,
She was in my arms then, abed.
Sam. I told ye.
Hyl. Be not so confident.
Dor. By th' mass, she must, Sir;
For I'le no Husband here, before I know him:
And so good morrow to ye: Come, let's go seek 'em.
Sam. I told ye what ye had done.
Hyl. Is the Devil stirring?
Well, go with me; for now I will be married. [Exeunt.