Plot. Still
Will you betray your fortune? One of them
Will go and tell her who you are, and spoil
The marriage.
Tim. No; peace! Gentlemen, if you'll
Go in, we'll follow.
Rose. Please you enter, dinner
Shall straight be set upon the board.
Bright. We'll expect you. Come, gentlemen.
[Exeunt Bright, Newcut, Salewit, Quartfield, and Roseclap.
Tim. But, Master Francis, was that
The business, why she call'd you back?
Plot. Believe it;
Your mother's smock shin'd at your birth, or else
You wear some charm about you.
Tim. Not I, truly.
Plot. It cannot be she should so strangely doat
Upon you else. 'Slight! had you stay'd, I think
She would have woo'd you herself.
Tim. Now I remember,
One read my fortune once, and told my father,
That I should match a lady.