Shal. Morrow, father.
Frank. Son bridegroom, welcome; you have been looked for here.
Shal. My tailor a little disappointed me; but is my bride ready?
Frank. Yes, long ago; but you and I will talk a little. Send in your music.
Shal. Go, wait within. [Exit music.] And tell me, father, did she not think it long till I came?
Frank. I warrant her, she did; she loves you not a little.
Shal. Nay, that I dare swear; she has given me many tastes of her affection.
Frank. What, before you were married?
Shal. I mean in the way of honesty, father.