This match is for my sister.
Mi. Bar. Villaine, tis not;
Nor she shall not be so matcht now.
Phi. In troth, she shall, and your unruly hate 225
Shall not rule us; weele end all this debate
By this begun devise.
Mi. Bar. I, end what you begun! Villaines, theeves,
Give me my daughter! will ye rob me of her?—
Help, help! theil rob me heere, theil rob me heere! 230
Enter Master Barnes and his men.