Mis. Scr. Surely my spirit gave me it was she;
And yet to see, now you have not your wire
Nor city ruff on, Mistress Sue, how these
Clothes do beguile! In truth, I took you for
A gentlewoman.
Sea. Here be rare plots indeed!
Why, how now, sir, these young heads have outgone us.
Was my son o' th' plot too?
Plot. Faith, sir, he
Is married too. I did strike up a wedding
Between him and my sister.
Enter Timothy and Aurelia.
Look, sir!
They come without their maidenheads.[262]
Sea. Why, this
Is better still. Now, sir, you might have ask'd
Consent of parents.
Tim. Pray forgive me, sir.
I thought I had match'd a lady, but she proves——
Sea. Much better, sir: I'd chide you as a fish,
But that your choice pleads for you.
Tim. Mother, pray
Salute my wife, and tell me if one may not
Lie with her lips: nay, you too, Mistress Holland,
You taught her to make shirts and bone-lace; she's
Out of her time now.
Mis. Hol. I release her, sir.