Frank. You would not believe me. 'Tis a good wench: she does it handsomely.
[Aside.
Luce. But yet I know, if thou hadst been thyself, thou wouldst ne'er have offered it; 'twas drink that made thee.
Shal. Yes, sure, I was drunk when I did it, for I had forgot it. I lay my life 'twill prove a girl, because 'twas got in drink.
Luce. I am ashamed to see anybody.
Frank. Alas, poor wretch! go comfort her. Luce!
Shal. Sweetheart! nay, never be ashamed. I was a little too hasty, but I'll make thee amends; we'll be married presently.
Frank. Be cheery, Luce; you were man and wife before; it wanted but the ceremony of the church, and that shall be presently done.
Shal. Ay, ay, sweetheart, as soon as may be.
Frank. But now I think on't, son Shallow, your wedding must not be public, as we intended it.