Franc. Do not their masters get 'em with child sometimes?
Sum. Yes, no doubt; but they have got a trick to put 'em off upon the men, and for a little portion save their own credits; besides, these private marriages are much out of our way, we cannot know when there is a fault.
Franc. Well, these are no starters; I warrant you, Shallow shall not deny it; and for the wench, she need not confess it, she has a mark that will betray her.
Sum. I thank you, sir, for your good intelligence, I hope 'tis certain.
Franc. Fear not that. Is your citation ready?
Sum. I have it here.
Franc. Well, step aside, and come when I call; I hear 'em coming.
[Exit Sumner.
Enter Franklin, Shallow, Luce, Parson.
Frank. Set forward there. Francisco, what make you here?
Franc. I come to claim my right: parson, take heed.
Thou art the author of adultery,
I thou conjoin this couple; she's my wife.