Shal. Do you mean me, sir?
Sum. Gallants, farewell; my writ shall be obey'd?
Frank. Sumner, it shall.
[Exit Sumner.
Par. I'll take my leave, there's nothing now for me to do.
[Exit Parson.
Franc. Farewell, good master parson.
Frank. Francisco,
Canst thou say thou ever lov'dst my daughter,
And wouldst thou thus disgrace her openly?
Franc. No, I would win her thus;
And, did you hold her credit half so dear
As I, or her content, you would not thus
Take her from me, and thrust her 'gainst her will
On this rich fool.
Shal. You are very bold with me, sir.
Franc. Let me have news what happens, dearest Luce.
Luce. Else let me die.
[Exit Francisco.