PAUL. If a thing's to be done, it's best done quick. We'll have the banns put up on Sunday.
WRIGLEY. You're in a mighty haste. It's giving things a queerish twist to me.
PAUL. When I've to take a dose of physic, I don't play round because it's got a filthy taste. I get it down.
ZACK. But it's my physic, Paul.
PAUL. You'll do as you're told.
MARTHA. I'm sure I'll try to make you a good wife, Zack.
ZACK. If it comes to the worst, I'll try and all. But we might both try and make a mess of it for all we tried. I'm against this, Martha, and it's no good wrapping up the truth. I don't favour it and I can't see sense in it at all.
PAUL. You've gone a bit too far to talk like that, my lad.
ZACK. I wouldn't say I'd gone at all, not knowingly, I mean. It's happened like, somehow, and I'll say this much or brast for it. It'll be the mistake of your life, Martha. I'm not cut out for a husband of yours. If ever you get wed——
PAUL. She's wedding you.