Cud. “At the stile at the west end of my father’s peas-land, the first live thing I see, follow and embrace her, and she shall be thine.” Nay, an I come to embracing once, she shall be mine; I’ll go near to make at eaglet else. [Exit.
M. Saw. A ball well bandied! now the set’s half won;
The father’s wrong I’ll wreak upon the son. [Exit.
SCENE II.—Carter’s House.
Enter Carter, Warbeck, and Somerton.
Car. How now, gentlemen! cloudy? I know, Master Warbeck, you are in a fog about my daughter’s marriage.
War. And can you blame me, sir?
Car. Nor you me justly. Wedding and hanging are tied up both in a proverb; and destiny is the juggler that unties the knot. My hope is, you are reserved to a richer fortune than my poor daughter.
War. However, your promise—
Car. Is a kind of debt, I confess it.