+Mis. Scr.+ Surely my spirit gave me it was she; And yet to see, now you have not your wire Nor city ruff on, Mistress Sue, how these Clothes do beguile! In truth, I took you for A gentlewoman. +Sea.+ Here be rare plots indeed! Why, how now, sir, these young heads have outgone us. Was my son o' th' plot too? +Plot.+ Faith, sir, he Is married too. I did strike up a wedding Between him and my sister. _Enter +Timothy+ and +Aurelia+._ Look, sir! They come without their maidenheads.[262] +Sea.+ Why, this Is better still. Now, sir, you might have ask'd Consent of parents. +Tim.+ Pray forgive me, sir. I thought I had match'd a lady, but she proves---- +Sea.+ Much better, sir: I'd chide you as a fish, But that your choice pleads for you. +Tim.+ Mother, pray Salute my wife, and tell me if one may not Lie with her lips: nay, you too, Mistress Holland, You taught her to make shirts and bone-lace; she's Out of her time now. +Mis. Hol.+ I release her, sir. +Ware.+ I took your sister for a lady, nephew. +Plot.+ I kept her like one, sir. My Temple scores Went to maintain the title out of hope To gain some great match for her; which you see Is come to pass. +Ware.+ Well, Master Seathrift, Things are just fallen out as we contriv'd 'em: I grieve not I'm deceiv'd. Believe me, gentlemen, You all did your parts well; 'twas carried cleanly; And though I could take some things ill of you, Fair mistress, yet 'twas plot, and I forget it. Let's in and make 'em portions. +Sea.+ Lead the way, sir. +Ban.+ Pray stay a little. +Ware.+ More revelations yet? +Ban.+ I all this while have, stood behind the curtain. You have a brother, sir, and you a father. +Plot.+ If he do live, I have. +Ban.+ He in his time Was held the wealthiest merchant on th' Exchange. +Ware.+ 'Tis true, but that his shipwrecks broke him. +Ban.+ And The debt for which he broke I hear you have Compounded. +Sea.+ I am paid it. +Ban.+ Then I thank you. [_+Bannswright+ undisguises._ +Ware.+ My brother Plotwell! +Ban.+ Son, I wish you joy. +Plot.+ O my bless'd stars! my father! +Ban.+ And to you, fair mistress, Let it not breed repentance that I have, For my security, to 'scape your father, Awhile descended from myself to this Unworthy shape. Now I can cast it off, And be my true self. I have a ship which fame Gave out for lost, but just now landed too, Worth twenty thousand pounds, towards your match. +Sea.+ Better and better still. +Ware.+ Well, what was wanting Unto our joys, and made these nuptials Imperfect, brother, you by your discovery Have fully added. _Enter +Cypher+._