Fath. Well, sir?
Wal. Mak’st thou not ready then to go to town?
Hence, knave, despatch!
[Fathom goes out.]
Helen. Go we to town?
Wal. We do;
’Tis now her father’s will she sees the town.
Helen. I’m glad on’t. Goes she to her father?
Wal. No:
At the desire of thine she for a term shares roof with thee.
Helen. I’m very glad on’t.
Wal. What!
You like her, then? I thought you would. ’Tis time
She sees the town.
Helen. It has been time for that
These six years.