Mons. Nay, faith, uncle, forgive him now, since he asks you forgiveness upon his knees, and my poor cousin too.
Hip. You are mistaken, cousin; we ask him blessing, and you forgiveness.
Mons. How, how, how! what do you talk of blessing? what, do you ask your father blessing and he ask me forgiveness? but why should he ask me forgiveness?
Hip. Because he asks my father's blessing.
Mons. Pish! pish! I don't understand you, I vow and swear.
Hip. The parson will expound it to you, cousin.
Mons. Hey! what say you to it, parson?
Par. They are married, sir.
Mons. Married!