ILF. Ay, but how, butler?
BUT. Tut, I never fail at a dead lift; for, to perfect your bliss, I have provided you a priest.
ILF. Where? prythee, butler, where?
BUT. Where but beneath in her chamber? I have filled his hands with coin, and he shall tie you fast with words; he shall close your hands in one, and then do clap yourself into her sheets, and spare not.
ILF. O sweet!
[Exit ILFORD with SCARBOROW'S SISTER.[415]
BUT. Down, down, 'tis the only way for you to get up.
Thus in this task for others' good I toil,
And she, kind gentlewoman, weds herself,
Having been scarcely woo'd, and ere her thoughts
Have learn'd to love him that, being her husband,
She may relieve her brothers in their wants;
She marries him to help her nearest kin:
I make the match, and hope it is no sin.
WEN. 'Sfoot, it is scurvy walking for us so near the two Counters; would he would come once!
BAR. Mass, he's yonder: now, Butler.
BUT. O gallants, are you here? I have done wonders for you, commended you to the gentlewomen who, having taken note of your good legs and good faces, have a liking to you; meet me beneath.