Cour. Nay, sir, and she having no more grace before her eyes neither, has e'en taken me at my word.
Sir Jol. In troth, and that's very uncivilly done: I don't like these marriages, I'll have no marriages in my house, and there's an end on't.
Sir Dav. And do you intend to marry my niece, friend?
Cour. Yes, sir, and never ask your consent neither.
Sir Dav. In troth, and that's very well said: I am glad on't with all my heart, man, because she has five thousand pounds to her portion, and my estate's bound to pay it. Well, this is the happiest day, ha, ha, ha!
Here, take thy bride, like man and wife agree,
And may she prove as true—as mine to me.
Ha, ha, ha!
Beau. Courtine, I wish thee joy: thou art come opportunely to be a witness of a perfect reconcilement between me and that worthy knight, Sir Davy Dunce; which to preserve inviolate, you must, sir, before we part, enter into such covenants for performance as I shall think fit.
Sir Dav. No more to be said; it shall be done, sweetheart: but don't be too hard upon me; use me gently, as thou didst my wife; gently, ha, ha, ha! a very good jest, i' faith, ha, ha, ha! or if he should be cruel to me, gentlemen, and take this advantage over a poor cornuto, to lay me in a prison, or throw me in a dungeon, at least—
I hope amongst all you, sirs, I shan't fail
To find one brother-cuckold out for bail. [Exeunt.