Mr. Barn. How, Sir, what means this? who sent you here?
Er. It was the luckiest star in your firmament that sent me here.
Mr. Barn. Then I doubt, at my birth, the planets were but in a scurvy disposition.
Er. Killing one of the king's stags, that run hither for refuge, is enough to overturn a fortune much better established than yours——However, Sir, if you will consent to give me your daughter, for her sake I will bear you harmless.
Mr. Barn. No, Sir, no man shall have my daughter, that won't take my house too.
Er. Sir, I will take your house; pay you the full value of it, and you shall remain as much master of it as ever.
Mr. Barn. No, Sir, that won't do neither; you must be master yourself, and from this minute begin to do the honours of it in your own person.
Er. Sir, I readily consent.
Mr. Barn. Upon that condition, and in order to get rid of my house, here, take my daughter——And now, Sir, if you think you've a hard bargain, I don't care if I toss you in my wife to make you amends.