Assured of my consent; get but my daughter's,
And wed her when you please; you must be bold,
And clap in close unto her; come, I know
You've language good enough to win a wench.
Wife. A toity tyrant, hath been an old stringer in his days,
I warrant him.
Hum. I take your gentle offer, and withal
Yield love again for love reciprocal.
Mar. What, Luce, within there?
Enter Luce.