Doc. I must not distaste what I have help'd to make;
'Tis I that join'd you.
Wife. A good bargain, I hope.
Enter Clown.
Roger, where's your master?
Clown. The good man of the house is within, forsooth.
Wife. Not your master, sir?
Clown. 'Tis hard of digestion. Yes, my master is within. He masters you; therefore I must be content. You have longed for crosses a good while, and now you are like to be farther off them than e'er you were; for I'm afraid your good husband will leave you ne'er a cross i' th' house to bless you with.
Wife. Well, sir, I shall be bless'd in't. But where is he?
Clown. Where he has mistaken the place a little, being his wedding-day; he is in nomine, when he should be in re.