Plot. How things fall out!
Tim. And did she ask you who I was?
Plot. I told her you were a young knight.
Tim. Good.
Plot. Scarce come to th' years of your discretion yet.
Tim. Good still.
Plot. And that a great man
Did mean to beg you[220]——for his daughter.
Tim. Most rare: this afternoon's the time.
Plot. Faith, she
Looks you should use a little courtship first;
That done, let me alone to have the priest
In readiness.
Tim. But were I not best ask my friends' consent?