Plot. Sister, I've left your bridegroom
Under this key lock'd in, t' embrace your pillow.
Sure, he has ate eringoes, he's as hot—
He was about to fetch you in his shirt.
Bright. How's this? His sister!
Plot. My noble friends, you wonder now to hear
Me call her sister.
Bright. Faith, sir, we wonder more
She should be married.
New. If't be your sister, we
Have labour'd her she should not match her uncle,
And bring forth riddles: children that should be
Nephews to their father, and to their uncle sons.
Plot. I laugh now at your ignorance: why, these
Are projects, gentlemen: fine gins and projects.
Did Roseclap's boy come to you?
Bright. Yes.
Plot. I have
A rare scene for you.
New. The boy told us you were
Upon a stratagem.