FRAN. But I will prove my skill.
MRS BAR. Sir, but you shall not.
FRAN. Mothers both, I will.
MR BAR. Hark, Philip: send away thy sister straight;
Let Francis meet her where thou shalt appoint;
Let them go several to shun suspicion,
And bid them go to Oxford both this night;
There to-morrow say that we will meet them,
And there determine of their marriage. [Aside.]
PHIL. I will: though it be very late and dark.
My sister will endure it for a husband. [Aside.]
MR BAR. Well, then, at Carfax,[338] boy, I mean to meet them. [Aside.]
PHIL. Enough. Exit [MASTER BARNES.]
Would they would begin to chide!
For I would have them brawling, that meanwhile
They may steal hence, to meet where I appoint it. [Aside.]
What, mother, will you let this match go forward?
Or, Mistress Goursey, will you first agree?
MRS GOUR. Shall I agree first?
PHIL. Ay, why not? come, come.
MRS GOUR. Come from her, son, and if thou lov'st thy mother.