Stew. I shall.
[Exit.
Bal. Was ever man so imposed upon! I had her promise, indeed, that she would never dispose of herself without my consent—I have consented with a witness, given her away as my act and my deed—and this, I warrant, the captain thinks will pass. No, I shall never pardon him the villany, first, of robbing me of my daughter, and then the mean opinion he must have of me, to think that I could be so wretchedly imposed upon: her extravagant passion might encourage her in the attempt, but the contrivance must be his. I'll know the truth presently.
Enter Plume.
Pray, captain, what have you done with our young gentleman soldier?
Plume. He's at my quarters, I suppose, with the rest of my men.
Bal. Does he keep company with the common soldiers?
Plume. No, he's generally with me.
Bal. He lies with you, I presume?
Plume. No, 'faith; the young rogue fell in love with Rose, and has lain with her, I think, since she came to town.