To. Bring him forth, Master Wolf, and release his bands. This day shall be sacred to mercy and the mirth of this encounter in the Counter. See, we are encountered with more suitors!
Enter Mistress Touchstone, Gertrude, Mildred,
Sindefy, Winifred, &c.
Save your breath, save your breath! All things have succeeded to your wishes: and we are heartily satisfied in their events.
Ge. Ah, runaway, runaway! have I caught you? And how has my poor knight done all this while? 161
Pe. Dear lady-wife, forgive me!
Ge. As heartily as I would be forgiven, knight. Dear father, give me your blessing, and forgive me too; I ha’ been proud and lascivious, father; and a fool, father; and being raised to the state of a wanton coy thing, called a lady, father; have scorned you, father, and my sister, and my sister’s velvet cap too; and would make a mouth at the city as I rid through it; and stop mine ears at Bow-bell. I have said your beard was a base one, father; and that you looked like Twierpipe the taberer; and that my mother was but my midwife. 172
Mist. T. Now, God forgi’ you, child madam!
To. No more repetitions. What else is wanting to make our harmony full?
Go. Only this, sir, that my fellow Francis make amends to Mistress Sindefy with marriage.
Qu. With all my heart.