Ban. The least
Obscene word shames her; a lascivious figure
Makes her do penance, and she maintains the law,
Which forbids fornication, doth extend
To kissing too.
Ware. I think the time an age,
Till the solemnity be pass'd.
Ban. I have
Prepar'd her, sir, and have so set you out!
Besides, I told her how you had cast off
Your nephew; and, to leave no doubt that you
Would e'er be reconcil'd, before she went
To church, would settle your estate on her
And on the heirs of her begotten.
Ware. To make all sure,
We'll call upon my lawyer by the way,
And take him with us.
Ban. You must be married, sir,
At the French church: I have bespoke the priest;
One that will join you i' th' right Geneva form,
Without a licence.
Ware. But may a man
Wed in a strange tongue?
Ban. I have brought together
Some in Italian, sir; the language doth
Not change the substance of the match; you know
No licence will be granted; all the offices
Are beforehand brib'd by your nephew.
Ware. Well,
Let's to the lady straight. To cross him, I
Would marry an Arabian, and be at charge
To keep one to interpret, or be married
In China language, or the tongue that's spoke
By the Great Cham. [Exeunt Warehouse and Bannswright.
Bright. Now, Newcut, you perceive
My divination's true; this fellow did
Portend a wedding.
New. Plague o' th' prognostication!
Who'd think that madam were the party?