Luce. Good father, hear me.
Frank. Dost thou not blush to call me father, strumpet?
I'll make thee an example.
Luce. But hear me, sir; my shame will be your own.
Frank. No more, I say. Francisco, leave my house;
I charge you, come not here.
Franc. I must obey, and will. Dear Luce, be constant.
Luce. Till death.
[Exit Francisco.
Frank. Here's a fine wedding towards! The bridegroom, when he comes for his bride, shall find her great with child by another man! Passion-a-me, minion, how have you hid it so long?
Luce. Fearing your anger, sir, I strove to hide it.
Frank. Hide it one day more, then, or be damned. Hide it till Shallow be married to thee, and then let him do his worst.
Luce. Sir, I should too much wrong him.