BOTH. Happy butler.
BUT. They are yours, and you are theirs; meet me beneath, I say.
[Exeunt WENTLOE and BARTLEY.
By this they are wed; ay, and perhaps have bedded.
Now follows whether, knowing she is poor,
He'll swear he lov'd her, as he swore before.
[Exit BUTLER.
ACT V.
Enter ILFORD with SCARBOROW'S SISTER.
ILF. Ho, sirrah, who would have thought it? I perceive now a woman may be a maid, be married, and lose her maidenhead, and all in half an hour. And how dost like me now, wench?
SIS. As doth befit your servant and your wife,
That owe you love and duty all my life.
ILF. And there shall be no love lost, nor service neither; I'll do thee service at board, and thou shalt do me service a-bed: now must I, as young married men use to do, kiss my portion out of my young wife. Thou art my sweet rogue, my lamb, my pigsny, my playfellow, my pretty-pretty anything. Come, a buss, prythee, so 'tis my kind heart; and wots thou what now?