And if you like a marriage
better than a brawl, all quirks of reputation set aside, go
with me presently: And where you should fight a bloody
battle, you shall be married to a lovely lady.
FLOWERDALE.
Nay but, Sir Lancelot--
LANCELOT.
If you will not embrace my offer, yet assure your self thus
much, I will have order to hinder your encounter.
FLOWERDALE.
Nay, but hear me, Sir Lancelot.
LANCELOT.
Nay, stand not you upon imputative honour. Tis merely
unsound, unprofitable, and idle inferences: your business
is to wed my daughter, therefore give me your present word
to do it. I'll go and provide the maid, therefore give me your
present resolution, either now or never.
FLOWERDALE.
Will you so put me to it?
LANCELOT.
Aye, afore God, either take me now, or take me never. Else
what I thought should be our match, shall be our parting; so
fare you well forever.
FLOWERDALE.
Stay: fall out what may fall, my love is above all: I will come.
LANCELOT.
I expect you, and so fare you well.
[Exit Sir Lancelot.]
FATHER.
Now, sir, how shall we do for wedding apparel?
FLOWERDALE.
By the mass, that's true: now help, Kit;
The marriage ended, we'll make amends for all.
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