LANCELOT.
God bless thee, and I do: God make thee wise,
Send you both joy: I wish it with wet eyes.
FRANCES.
But, Father, shall not my sister Delia go along with us?
She is excellent good at cookery and such things.
LANCELOT.
Yes, marry, shall she: Delia, make you ready.
DELIA.
I am ready, sir. I will first go to Greenwich, from
thence to my cousin Chesterfields, and so to London.
CIVET.
It shall suffice, good sister Delia, it shall suffice, but
fail us not, good sister; give order to cooks, and others,
for I would not have my sweet Frances to soil her
fingers.
FRANCES.
No, by my troth, not I: a gentlewoman, and a married
gentlewoman too, to be companions to cooks and
kitchen-boys! not I, yfaith: I scorn that.
CIVET.
Why, I do not mean thou shalt, sweet heart; thou seest
I do not go about it: well farewell to you. God's pity,
Master Weathercock, we shall have your company too?
WEATHERCOCK.
With all my heart, for I love good cheer.
CIVET.
Well, God be with you all. Come, Frances.
FRANCES.
God be with you, father, God be with you, Sir Arthur,
Master Oliver, and Master Weathercock, sister, God be
with you all: God be with you, father, God be with you
every one.
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