LANCELOT.
And on her knees she begged & did entreat,
If she must needs taste a sad marriage life,
She craved to be Sir Arthur Greenshood's wife.
ARTHUR.
You have done her & me the greater wrong.
LANCELOT.
O, take her yet.
ARTHUR.
Not I.
LANCELOT.
Or, Master Oliver, accept my child,
And half my wealth is yours.
OLIVER.
No, sir, chil break no laws.
LUCY.
Never fear, she will not trouble you.
DELIA.
Yet, sister, in this passion,
Do not run headlong to confusion.
You may affect him, though not follow him.
FRANCES.
Do, sister; hang him, let him go.
WEATHERCOCK.
Do, faith, Mistress Lucy, leave him.
LUCY.
You are three gross fools, let me alone.
I swear I'll live with him in all his moan.
OLIVER.
But an he have his legs at liberty,
Cham averd he will never live with you.
ARTHUR.
Aye, but he is now in hucksters handling for
running away.
LANCELOT.
Huswife, you hear how you and I am wronged,
And if you will redress it yet you may:
But if you stand on terms to follow him,
Never come near my sight nor look on me,
Call me not father, look not for a groat,
For all thy portion I will this day give
Unto thy sister Frances.
FRANCES.
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