ILF. And you be kind, gentlemen, lend me some; for, having paid the priest, I have not so much left in the world as will hire me a horse to carry me away from her.
BAR. But art thou thus gulled, i'faith?
ILF. Are you sure you have eyes in your head?
WEN. Why, then, [it is] by her brother's setting on, in my conscience; who knowing thee now to have somewhat to take to by the death of thy father, and that he hath spent her portion and his own possessions, hath laid this plot for thee to marry her, and so he to be rid of her himself.
ILF. Nay, that's without question; but I'll be revenged of 'em both.
For you, minx:—nay, 'sfoot, give 'em me, or I'll kick else.
SIS. Good, sweet.
ILF. Sweet with a pox! you stink in my nose, give me your jewels: nay, bracelets too.
SIS. O me most miserable!
ILF. Out of my sight, ay, and out of my doors: for now what's within
this house is mine; and for your brother,
He made this match in hope to do you good,
And I wear this, the[417] which shall draw his blood.
WEN. A brave resolution.