SCENE III.—The Banqueting’ Room.
[Enter Master Walter and Master Heartwell.]
Heart. Thanks, Master Walter! Ne’er was child more bent
To do her father’s will, you’ll own, than mine:
Yet never one more froward.
Wal. All runs fair—
Fair may all end! To-day you’ll learn the cause
That took me out of town. But soft a while,—
Here comes the bridegroom, with his friends, and here
The all-obedient bride.
[Enter on one hand Julia, and on the other hand Lord Rochdale with Lord Tinsel and friends—afterwards Clifford.]
Roch. Is she not fair?
Tin. She’ll do. Your servant, lady! Master Walter,
We’re glad to see you. Sirs, you’re welcome all.
What wait they for? Are we to wed or not?
We’re ready—why don’t they present the bride?
I hope they know she is to wed an earl.
Roch. Should I speak first?
Tin. Not for your coronet!
I, as your friend, may make the first advance.
We’ve come here to be married. Where’s the bride?
Wal. There stands she, lord; if ’tis her will to wed,
His lordship’s free to take her.