Frank. I hope, sir, you will think I cannot keep her
Without a daily charge.
Sir Arth. As for the money,
’Tis all thine own! and though I cannot make thee
A present payment, yet thou shalt be sure
I will not fail thee.
Frank. But our occasions—
Sir Arth. Nay, nay,
Talk not of your occasions; trust my bounty;
It shall not sleep.—Hast married her, i’faith, Frank?
’Tis well, ’tis passing well!—then, Winnifred,
Once more thou art an honest woman. Frank,
Thou hast a jewel; love her; she’ll deserve it.
And when to Waltham?
Frank. She is making ready;
Her uncle stays for her.
Sir Arth. Most provident speed.
Frank, I will be thy friend, and such a friend!—
Thou’lt bring her thither?
Frank. Sir, I cannot; newly
My father sent me word I should come to him.
Sir Arth. Marry, and do; I know thou hast a wit
To handle him.
Frank. I have a suit t’ye.
Sir Arth. What is’t?
Anything, Frank; command it.