Frank. Wrong him! there be great ladies have done the like; 'tis no news to see a bride with child.
Luce. Good sir.
Frank. Then be wise; lay the child to him: he's a rich man, t'other's a beggar.
Luce. I dare not, sir.
Frank. Do it, I say, and he shall father it.
Luce. He knows he never touched me, sir.
Frank. That's all one; lay it to him, we'll out-face him 'tis his: but hark! he is coming, I hear the music. Swear thou wilt do thy best to make him think 'tis his, only for this time; swear quickly.
Luce. I do.
Frank. Go, step aside, and come when thy cue is; thou shalt hear us talk.
[Luce aside.
Enter Shallow, with music.