Ware. I took your sister for a lady, nephew.
Plot. I kept her like one, sir. My Temple scores
Went to maintain the title out of hope
To gain some great match for her; which you see
Is come to pass.
Ware. Well, Master Seathrift,
Things are just fallen out as we contriv'd 'em:
I grieve not I'm deceiv'd. Believe me, gentlemen,
You all did your parts well; 'twas carried cleanly;
And though I could take some things ill of you,
Fair mistress, yet 'twas plot, and I forget it.
Let's in and make 'em portions.
Sea. Lead the way, sir.
Ban. Pray stay a little.
Ware. More revelations yet?
Ban. I all this while have, stood behind the curtain.
You have a brother, sir, and you a father.
Plot. If he do live, I have.
Ban. He in his time
Was held the wealthiest merchant on th' Exchange.
Ware. 'Tis true, but that his shipwrecks broke him.