Firk. Yea, forsooth, no varlet; forsooth, no base; forsooth, I am but mean; no crafty neither, but of the gentle craft.
L. Mayor. Where is my daughter Rose? Where is my child?
Lincoln. Where is my nephew Lacy married?
Firk. Why, here is good laced mutton, as I promised you.
Lincoln. Villain, I’ll have thee punished for this wrong.
Firk. Punish the journeyman villain, but not the journeyman shoemaker.
Enter Dodger.
Dodger. My lord, I come to bring unwelcome news.
Your nephew Lacy and your daughter Rose
Early this morning wedded at the Savoy,
None being present but the lady mayoress.
Besides, I learnt among the officers,
The lord mayor vows to stand in their defence
’Gainst any that shall seek to cross the match.
Lincoln. Dares Eyre the shoemaker uphold the deed?
Firk. Yes, sir, shoemakers dare stand in a woman’s quarrel, I warrant you, as deep as another, and deeper too.