Lady W. True, I fear it not;
But I durst trust you, if 'twere otherwise.
Bar. He waits the hour, when you will please to tie
The happy knot with him.
Lady W. He shall no longer
Wait for it now: I'll go confirm him.
Bar. But think not, gentle madam, that I shark[19]
Or cheat him in it: I have to a sum
Greater than this from him as good a title
As right can give, though my unhappy fortunes
Made me forbear the trial of my title,
While his old crafty father was alive.
He held from me a farm of greater value,
As all the neighbours know: I then forbore it,
And will do still, since by an easier way
I may have satisfaction. But here comes
One that has lost a marriage.
Enter Trusty, Lady Covet.
Lady C. Tell me, Trusty, what say the feoffees?
Trusty. They'll say nothing, madam;
Make me no answer, but that they know how
To manage their own fortunes.
Lady C. All the world
Conspires against me; I am quite undone!
Trusty. I promise you truly, madam, I believe
They mean little better than plain knavery.
Lady C. Ay, 'tis too true.