Y. Lord W. Why, now I understand you, sir: that Maria is my sister, by whose conjunction you are created brother to me a lord.
Car. But, brother lord, we cannot go this journey.
Y. Lord W. Alas! no, sir? We mean to do it.
My sister shall ride upon my nag.
Car. Come, then, we'll in and strive to woo your sister.
I have not seen her, sir, at least these three days.
They keep her in a chamber, and tell me
She's fast asleep still: you and I'll go see.
Y. Lord W. Content, sir.
Ser. Madmen and fools agree.
[Aside Exeunt.
Enter Haddit and Rebecca.
Reb. When you have got this prize, you mean to lose me.
Had. Nay, prythee, do not think so. If I do not marry thee this instant night, may I never enjoy breath a minute after! By heaven, I respect not his pelf thus much, but only that I may have wherewith to maintain thee.
Reb. O, but to rob my father, though he be bad, the world will think ill of me.