Par. Yes, sir, but not by this name. Such a woman is my wife, and no Lindabrides.[260] We were married to-day, and I'll justify her my wife the next court-day. You have your answer, and may be gone.
Jolly. We must take no notice of such excuses now. If she be your wife, make it appear in court, and she will be delivered unto you.
Par. If she be my wife! Sir, I have wedded her and bedded her: what other ceremonies would you have? Be not afraid, sweetheart.
Jolly. Sir, we can do no less than execute our warrant. We are but servants; and, master constable, I charge you in the king's name to do your duty. Behold the body of the delinquent.
Par. Touch her that dares: I'll put my dagger in him. [He takes his dagger.] Fear nothing, sweetheart. Master constable, you'll repent this insolence offered to a man of my coat.
Bawd. Help, my dearest, will you let me be haled[261] thus?
[Here they strive to take her out.
Par. Villains, what will you do? Murder! Rape!
Capt. Yes, yes, 'tis likely: I look like a ravisher!
Jolly. Hold him, and we'll do well enough with her.