Cred. I have perform'd your be[he]st, Sir.
Old K. What have you perform'd, Sir?
Witty. Faith Sir I must excuse my Cosin in this act,
If you can excuse your self for making him
A Priest, there's the most difficult answer.
I put this practise on him, as from your desire,
A truth, a truth, Father.
Cred. I protest, Sir, he tells you truth, he mov'd me to't in your nam[e].
Old K. I protest, Sir, he told you a lye in my name, and were you so easie, Mr. Credulous, to believe him?
Cred. If a man should not believe his Cosin, Sir, whom should he believe?
Old K. Good'en to you, good Mr. Cosin Cuningam,
And your fair Bride, my Cosin Cuningam too,
And how do you Sir Gregory, with your fair Lady?
Sir Greg. A little better than you would have had me, I thank you Sir, the days of Puppy, and Slave, and Rascal, are pretty well blown over now, I know Crabs from Verjuyce, I have tryed both, and thou'dst give me thy Neece for nothing, I'd not have her.
Cun. I think so Sir Gregory, for my sake you would not.
Sir Gr. I wou'd thou hadst scap'd her too, and then she had died of the Green sickness: know this, that I did marry in spight, and I will kiss my Lady in spight, and love her in spight, and beget children of her in spight, and when I dye, they shall have my Lands in spight; this was my resolution, and now 'tis out.