How say you to that, Tom, I shall have a good
deal. Besides I'll be a good wife: and a good wife
is a good thing, I can tell.
CIVET.
Peace Frances, I would be sorry to see thy sister
cast away, as I am a gentleman.
LANCELOT.
What, are you yet resolved?
LUCY.
Yes, I am resolved.
LANCELOT.
Come then, away; or now, or never, come.
LUCY.
This way I turn, go you unto your feast,
And I to weep, that am with grief oppressed.
LANCELOT.
For ever fly my sight: come, gentlemen,
Let's in, I'll help you to far better wives than her.
Delia, upon my blessing talk not to her.
Bace Baggage, in such hast to beggary?
UNCLE.
Sheriff, take your prisoner to your charge.
FLOWERDALE.
Uncle, be-god you have used me very hardly,
By my troth, upon my wedding day.
[Exit all but Lucy, young Flowerdale, his father,
Uncle, Sheriff, and Officers.]
LUCY.
O Master Flowerdale, but hear me speak;
Stay but a little while, good Master Sheriff,
If not for him, for my sake pity him:
Good sir, stop not your ears at my complaint,
My voice grows weak, for women's words are faint.
FLOWERDALE.
Look you, Uncle, she kneels to you.
UNCLE.
Fair maid, for you, I love you with my heart,
And grieve, sweet soul, thy fortune is so bad,
That thou shouldst match with such a graceless youth.
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