LANCELOT.
Huswife, you hear how you and I am wronged,
And if you will redress it yet you may:
But if you stand on terms to follow him,
Never come near my sight nor look on me,
Call me not father, look not for a groat,
For all thy portion I will this day give
Unto thy sister Frances.
FRANCES. How say you to that, Tom, I shall have a good deal. Besides I’ll be a good wife: and a good wife is a good thing, I can tell.
CIVET. Peace Frances, I would be sorry to see thy sister cast away, as I am a gentleman.
LANCELOT.
What, are you yet resolved?
LUCY.
Yes, I am resolved.
LANCELOT.
Come then, away; or now, or never, come.
LUCY.
This way I turn, go you unto your feast,
And I to weep, that am with grief oppressed.
LANCELOT.
For ever fly my sight: come, gentlemen,
Let’s in, I’ll help you to far better wives than her.
Delia, upon my blessing talk not to her.
Bace Baggage, in such hast to beggary?
UNCLE.
Sheriff, take your prisoner to your charge.
FLOWERDALE.
Uncle, be-god you have used me very hardly,
By my troth, upon my wedding day.