+Ware.+ Look, here they come. +Plot.+ First then, Not to afflict you longer, uncle; since We now are quiet, know all this was my project. +Ware.+ How! +Plot.+ Your two ships are richly landed: if You'll not believe me, here's the sailor who, [_+Cypher+ undisguises._ Transform'd to Cypher, can tell you. +Cyph.+ 'Tis very true, sir. I hired this travelling case of one o' th' sailors That came in one of 'em: they lie at Blackwall. Troth, I in pity, sir, to Master Plotwell, Thought it my duty to deceive you. +Ware.+ Very well, sir; What, are these masquers too? +Plot.+ Faith, sir, these [_Exit +Cypher+._ Can change their forms too. They are two friends, [_They undisguise._ Worth threescore thousand pounds, sir, to my use. +Ware.+ Bannswright and Captain Quartfield! +Quart.+ Nay, old boy, Th' hast a good pennyworth on't. The jest is worth Three parts of four. +Ban.+ Faith, sir, we hope you'll pay Tonnage and poundage into th' bargain. +Ware.+ O, you are a precious rogue! you ha' preferr'd me To a chaste Lucrece, sirrah! +Ban.+ Your nephew, sir, Hath married her with all her faults. They are New-come from church. +Ware.+ How! +Plot.+ Wonder not, sir: you Were married but in jest. 'Twas no church-form, But a fine legend out of Rab'lais. +Sale.+ Troth, This reverend weed cast off, I'm a lay poet, [_+Salewit+ undisguises._ And cannot marry, unless't be in a play-- In the fifth act or so; and that's almost Worn out of fashion too. +Mis. Sea.+ These are the two That show'd my son. [_Aside._ +Mis. Hol.+ Let's have our money back. [_Aside._ +Plot.+ But, uncle, for the jointure you have made her I hope you'll not retract. That and three parts Of your two ships, besides what you will leave Us at your death, will make a pretty stock For young beginners. +Ware.+ Am I o'erreach'd so finely? +Sea.+ But are you married, sir, in earnest? +Plot.+ Troth We have not been abed yet, but may go, And no law broken. +Sea.+ Then I must tell you, sir, Y' have wrong'd me; and I look for satisfaction. +Plot.+ Why, I beseech you, sir? +Sea.+ Sir, were not you Betroth'd once to my daughter? +Mis. Sea.+ And did not I And Mistress Holland help to make you sure? +Plot.+ I do confess it. +Sea.+ Bear witness, gentlemen, he doth confess it. +Plot.+ I'll swear it too, sir. +Sea.+ Why, Then, have you match'd this woman? +Plot.+ Why! because This is your daughter, sir. I'm hers by conquest For this day's service. +Sea.+ Is't possible I should Be out in my own child so? +Mis. Sea.+ I told you, husband.