Frank. Yours, saucebox?
Shal. Father, I thought she had been mine; I hope
I shall not lose her thus.
Frank. Francisco,
Dare not to interrupt us, for I swear
Thou shalt endure the law's extremity
For thy presumption.
Franc. Do your worst, I fear not; I was contracted to her.
Frank. What witness have you?
Fran. Heaven is my witness, whose impartial eye
Saw our contract.
Shal. What an ass is this to talk of contracting! He that will get a wench must make her bigger, as I have done, and not contract.
Franc. Sir, you are abus'd.
Shal. Why so?
Franc. The wife you go to marry is with child,
And by another.