ILF. And that which my father hath left me will make it about fifteen hundred. Admirable!
JOHN. In debt to no man: then must our natural care be,
As she is wealthy, to see her married well.
ILF. And that she shall be as well as the priest can; he shall not leave a word out.
THOM. I think she has—
ILF. What, a God's name?
THOM. About four thousand pound in her great chest.
ILF. And I'll find a vent for't, I hope.
JOHN. She is virtuous, and she is fair.
ILF. And she were foul, being rich, I would be glad of her.
BUT. Pish, pish!