For 'twere an impudence to think you flattered.
Humph. It were indeed, but shall I tell you why,
I have been beaten twice about the lie.
Merch. Well, son, no more of compliment; my daughter
Is yours again: appoint the time and take her.
We'll have no stealing for it, I myself
And some few of our friends will see you married.
Humph. I would you would i'faith, for be it known
I ever was afraid to lie alone.
Merch. Some three days hence, then.