Frank. Francisco, take her; thou seest the portion thou art like to have.
Franc. 'Tis such a portion as will ever please me: but for her sake be not unnatural.
Luce. Do not reject me, father.
Franc. But for the fault that she must answer for, or shame she should endure in court, behold her yet an untouched virgin. Cushion, come forth; here, Signior Shallow, take your child unto you, make much of it, it may prove as wise as the father.
[He flings the cushion at him.
Frank. This is more strange than t'other: ah, Luce! wert thou so subtle to deceive thyself and me? Well, take thy fortune, 'tis thine own choice.
Franc. Sir, we can force no bounty from you, and therefore must rest content with what your pleasure is.
Enter Euphues, Alphonso.
Alph. Yonder he is, my lord; that's he in the parson's habit; he is thus disguised about the business I told you of. Lysandro, see your noble father.
Euph. Welcome, my long-lost son, from all the storms
Of frowning fortune that thou hast endur'd,
Into thy father's arms.