Hip. Nay, nay, resolve,[209] good father, or deny.
Ans. You press me to an act, both full of danger,
And full of happiness; for I behold
Your father’s frowns, his threats, nay, perhaps death
To him that dare do this: yet, noble lord,
Such comfortable beams break through these clouds
By this blest marriage, that your honoured word
Being pawned in my defence, I will tie fast
The holy wedding-knot.
Hip. Tush, fear not the duke.
Ans. O son! wisely to fear, is to be free from fear.
Hip. You have our words, and you shall have our lives,
To guard you safe from all ensuing danger.
Mat. Ay, ay, chop ’em up, and away.
Ans. Stay, when is’t fit for me, and safest for you,
To entertain this business?
Hip. Not till the evening.
Ans. Be’t so, there is a chapel stands hard by,
Upon the west end of the abbey wall;
Thither convey yourselves, and when the sun
Hath turned his back upon this upper world,
I’ll marry you; that done, no thundering voice
Can break the sacred bond: yet, lady, here
You are most safe.