LANCELOT.
Here, take my cloak, I'll have a walk to Dedford.
ARTICHOKE.
Sir, we have been scouring of our swords and bucklers
in your defence.
LANCELOT.
Defence me no defence! let your swords rust, I'll have no
fighting: Aye, let blows alone; bid Delia see all things be
in readiness against the wedding. We'll have two at once,
and that will save charges, Master Weathercock.
ARTICHOKE.
Well, we will do it, sir.
[Exit Omnes.]
ACT III.
SCENE I. A walk before Sir Lancelot's house.
[Enter Civet, Frances, and Delia.]
CIVET.
By my truth, this is good luck, I thank God for this. In
good sooth, I have even my heart's desire: sister Delia,
now I may boldly call you so, for your father hath frank
and freely given me his daughter Frances.
FRANCES.
Aye, by my troth, Tom; thou hast my good will too, for
I thank God I longed for a husband, and, would I might
never stir, for one his name was Tom.
DELIA.
Why, sister, now you have your wish.
CIVET.
You say very true, sister Delia: and I prithee call me
nothing but Tom and I'll call thee sweetheart, and Frances:
will it not do well, sister Delia?
DELIA.
It will do very well with both of you.
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