ARTHUR.
Not I.
LANCELOT.
Or, Master Oliver, accept my child,
And half my wealth is yours.
OLIVER.
No, sir, chil break no laws.
LUCY.
Never fear, she will not trouble you.
DELIA.
Yet, sister, in this passion,
Do not run headlong to confusion.
You may affect him, though not follow him.
FRANCES.
Do, sister; hang him, let him go.
WEATHERCOCK.
Do, faith, Mistress Lucy, leave him.
LUCY.
You are three gross fools, let me alone.
I swear I’ll live with him in all his moan.
OLIVER.
But an he have his legs at liberty,
Cham averd he will never live with you.
ARTHUR. Aye, but he is now in hucksters handling for running away.