Woo. I am content
If we shall keep our wedding there.
Daugh. 'Tis true
For there I will assure you, we shall find
Some blind Priest for the purpose, that will venture
To marry us, for here they are nice and foolish;
Besides, my Father must be hang'd to morrow
And that would be a blot i'th' business.
Are not you Palamon?
Woo. Do not you know me?
Daugh. Yes, but you care not for me; I have nothing
But this poor Petticoat, and two course Smocks.
Woo. That's all one, I will have you.
Daugh. Will you surely?
Woo. Yes, by this fair hand will I.
Daugh. We'll to bed then.
Woo. Ev'n when you will.
Daugh. Oh Sir, you would fain e nibling.