+Ban.+ I have Prepar'd her, sir, and have so set you out! Besides, I told her how you had cast off Your nephew; and, to leave no doubt that you Would e'er be reconcil'd, before she went To church, would settle your estate on her And on the heirs of her begotten. +Ware.+ To make all sure, We'll call upon my lawyer by the way, And take him with us. +Ban.+ You must be married, sir, At the French church: I have bespoke the priest; One that will join you i' th' right Geneva form, Without a licence. +Ware.+ But may a man Wed in a strange tongue? +Ban.+ I have brought together Some in Italian, sir; the language doth Not change the substance of the match; you know No licence will be granted; all the offices Are beforehand brib'd by your nephew. +Ware.+ Well, Let's to the lady straight. To cross him, I Would marry an Arabian, and be at charge To keep one to interpret, or be married In China language, or the tongue that's spoke By the Great Cham. [_Exeunt +Warehouse+ and +Bannswright+._ +Bright.+ Now, Newcut, you perceive My divination's true; this fellow did Portend a wedding. +New.+ Plague o' th' prognostication! Who'd think that madam were the party? +Bright.+ O sir, She'll call this wit, to wed his bags and lie With some Platonic servant. +New.+ What if we, Before we go to Plotwell, went to her, And strived to dissuade her? +Bright.+ Let's make haste, They'll be before us, else. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _Enter +Timothy+ unbuttoning himself; +Aurelia+, +Plotwell+, +Dorcas+, +Footman+._ +Tim.+ By this hand, lady, you shall not deny me: Since we are coupled, I shall think the priest Has not done all, as long as I'm a virgin. +Aur.+ Will you not stay till night, sir? +Tim.+ Night! No, faith; I've sworn to get my first child by day: you may Be quick by night. +Plot.+ Madam, your knight speaks reason. +Tim.+ I will both speak and do it. +Aur.+ Well, sir, since There is no remedy, your bed's prepar'd; By that time you are laid, I'll come. Meantime, I'll pray that gentleman to conduct you. There's My footman to pluck off your stockings. +Plot.+ Come, sir. +Tim.+ Sweet lady, stay not long. +Plot.+ I'll promise for her. [_Exeunt +Timothy+, +Plotwell+, and +Footman+._ +Dor.+ Faith, I admire your temperance, to let Your bridegroom go to bed, and you not follow. Were I in your case, I should ha' gone first, And warm'd his place. +Aur.+ Well, wench; but that thou hast Reveal'd thyself unto me, I'd admire To hear a saint talk thus. To one that knows not The mystery of thy strange conversion, thou Wouldst seem a legend.