[She indicates the Doctor.]
DOCTOR.
Yes, sweetheart,
And I am glad my cousin Palamon
Has made so fair a choice.
DAUGHTER.
Do you think he’ll have me?
DOCTOR.
Yes, without doubt.
DAUGHTER.
Do you think so too?
JAILER.
Yes.
DAUGHTER.
We shall have many children. [To Doctor.] Lord, how you’re grown!
My Palamon, I hope, will grow too, finely,
Now he’s at liberty. Alas, poor chicken,
He was kept down with hard meat and ill lodging,
But I’ll kiss him up again.
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER.
What do you here? You’ll lose the noblest sight
That e’er was seen.
JAILER.
Are they i’ th’ field?