Un. Will you have her? she will doe you service, Captaine, in a Low Country[279] Leaguer. Or thou, Thomas? ile give thee a Coppiehold.
Tho. You have one life to come in that lease, yet I thank you: I am free, and that's inheritance; for ought I know she may serve us both.
La. Come you may perswade her to looke high and take it upon her for your credit. The gullery is yet within these walles; let your shame goe no farther. The wench may prove right, she may.
Enter Sir Richard.
La. What news from Sir Francis?
Ri. Wife, I hardly aske thee forgivenes; I had jealous thoughts, but all's right agen.
La. I will deserve your confidence.
Ri. No great danger, his blade bone dislocated; the man has put everything in his right place.
Un. Dee heare, Sir Richard? wee are married.
Ri. Tis well done, send you joy; tis to my mind.