You shall but bail me, you
shall do no more, and, you greedy gnat, their bail
will serve.
UNCLE.
Aye, sir, I'll ask no better bail.
LANCELOT.
No, sir, you shall not take my bail, nor his,
Nor my son Civet's; I'll not deal with him:
Let's Uncle make false dice with his false bones,
I will not have to do with him: mocked, gulled, & wronged!
Come, girl, though it be late, it falls out well,
Thou shalt not live with him in beggar's hell.
LUCY.
He is my husband, & high heaven doth know,
With what unwillingness I went to Church.
But you enforced me, you compelled me to it:
The holy Church-man pronounced these words but now:
I must not leave my husband in distress,
Now I must comfort him, not go with you.
LANCELOT.
Comfort a cozener? on my curse, forsake him.
LUCY.
This day you caused me on your curse to take him:
Do not, I pray, my grieved soul oppress,
God knows my heart doth bleed at his distress.
LANCELOT.
O Master Weathercock,
I must confess I forced her to this match,
Led with opinion his false will was true.
WEATHERCOCK.
Aye, he hath over-reached me too.
LANCELOT.
She might have lived like Delia, in a happy virgin's
state.
DELIA.
Father, be patient, sorrow comes too late.
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