Car. God-a-mercy, Sue! she’ll firk him, on my life, if he fumble with her.
Enter Frank.
Master Francis Thorney, you are welcome indeed; your father expected your coming. How does the right worshipful knight, Sir Arthur Clarington, your master?
Frank. In health this morning.—Sir, my duty.
O. Thor. Now
You come as I could wish.
War. [Aside] Frank Thorney, ha!
Sus. You must excuse me.
Frank. Virtuous Mistress Susan,
Kind Mistress Katharine. [Kisses them.]—Gentlemen, to both
Good time o’ th’ day.
Som. The like to you.
War. ’Tis he.
A word, friend. [Aside to Som.] On my life, this is the man
Stands fair in crossing Susan’s love to me.