Jac. If not, here's a sword, and there's a throat; you understand me.
Alon. This is very hard!
Theo. The propositions are good, and marriage is as honourable as it used to be.
Beat. You had best let your daughters live branded with the name of strumpets; for whatever befals the men, that will be sure to be their share.
Alon. I can put them into a nunnery.
All the Women. A nunnery!
Jac. I would have thee to know, thou graceless old man, that I defy a nunnery: Name a nunnery once more, and I disown thee for my father.
Lop. You know the custom of the country, in this case, sir: 'Tis either death or marriage. The business will certainly be public; and if they die, they have sworn you shall bear them company.
Alon. Since it must be so, run, Pedro, and stop the corrigidor: Tell him it was only a carnival merriment, which I mistook for a rape and robbery.
Jac. Why now you are a dutiful father again, and I receive you into grace.