Sale. By Minerva, look! here's Bannswright!
Plot. Master Bannswright!
Ban. Save you, gallants.
Plot. You are employed, I hear, to find a wife out
For my young sprightly uncle.
Ban. Sir, he has
Retain'd me to that purpose: I just now
Came from him.
Plot. And do you mean the match
Shall then proceed?
Ban. I have a lieger[240] wench
In readiness: he's gone to put himself
Into fit ornaments for the solemnity.
I'm to provide the priest and licence: we go
Some two hours hence to church.
Quart. Death! you pander,
Forbid the banns, or I will cut your wizzel,[241]
And spoil your squiring in the dark. I've heard
Of your lewd function, sirrah! You prefer
Wenches to bawdy-houses, rascal!
Ban. Good sir,
Threaten me not in my vocation.
Plot. Why, Bannswright, you can be but paid. Say I
Procure the wench, a friend of mine, and double
Your bargain. Such a fair reward, methinks,
Should make thee of my project. Thou dost know
My fortunes are engaged, and thou may'st be
The happy instrument to recover 'em.
Be my good angel once! I have a plot
Shall make thee famous.