Wal. As sure as I have said it.
Helen. Two words to that. Pray who’s to be my bridegroom?
Wal. A daughter’s husband is her father’s choice.
Helen. My father’s daughter ne’er shall wed such husband!
Wal. Indeed!
Helen. I’ll pick a husband for myself.
Wal. Indeed!
Helen. Indeed, sir; and indeed again!
Wal. Go dress you for the marriage ceremony.
Helen. But, Master Walter, what is it you mean?