Con. Bring them forward.
Enter Thomas Small-Shanks and Frances.
[443]God preserve your worship. [To L. Som.] And it like you, madam?
[To Sir O.] We were commanded by your[443] deputy
That, if we took a woman in the watch,
To bring her straight to you: and hearing there
You were come hither, hither we brought them.
Oliver. The one is my son; I do acknowledge him.
What woman's that?
T. Small. The widow's daughter, sir.
W. Small. Blood! is he gull'd too.
T. Small. My brother stole her first,
Throat cosen'd him, and I had cosen'd Throat,
Had not the constable took us in the watch.
She is the widow's daughter, had I had luck.
Throat. And my espoused wife.
Lady Som. Unmask her face.
My daughter? I defy her.
W. Small. Your worship's wife.