Nay, be not angry, sir, the fault is in me. I have done
all the wrong, kept him from coming to the field to you,
as I might, sir, for I am a Justice, and sworn to keep the
peace.
WEATHERCOCK.
Aye, marry, is he, sir, a very Justice, and sworn to keep
the peace: you must not disturb the wedding.
LANCELOT.
Nay, never frown nor storm, sir; if you do,
I'll have an order taken for you.
OLIVER.
Well, well, chill be quiet.
WEATHERCOCK.
Master Flowerdale! Sir Lancelot, look you who here is.
Master Flowerdale.
LANCELOT.
Master Flowerdale, welcome with all my heart.
FLOWERDALE.
Uncle, this is she, yfaith: master under-sheriff,
Arrest me? at whose suit? draw, Kit.
UNCLE.
At my suit, sir.
LANCELOT.
Why, what's the matter, Master Flowerdale?
UNCLE.
This is the matter, sir: this unthrift here hath
cozened you, and hath had of me, in several sums,
three thousand pound.
FLOWERDALE.
Why, Uncle, Uncle.
UNCLE.
Cousin, cousin, you have uncled me, and if you be
not staid, you'll prove a cozener unto all who know you.
LANCELOT.
Why, sir, suppose he be to you in debt
Ten thousand pound, his state to me appears,
To be at least three thousand a year.
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