War. And that confidence is a wind that has blown many a married man ashore at Cuckold’s Haven, I can tell you; I wish yours more prosperous though.
Car. Whate’er your wish, I’ll master my promise to him.
War. Yes, as you did to me.
Car. No more of that, if you love me: but for the more assurance, the next offered occasion shall consummate the marriage; and that once sealed—
Som. Leave the manage of the rest to my care. But see, the bridegroom and bride come; the new pair of Sheffield knives, fitted both to one sheath.
War. The sheath might have been better fitted, if somebody had their due; but—
Car. No harsh language, if thou lovest me. Frank Thorney has done—
War. No more than I, or thou, or any man, things so standing, would have attempted.
Enter Frank Thorney and Susan.