ARTHUR. I have dogged the Devonshire man into the field, For fear of any harm that should befall him: I had an inkling of that yesternight, That Flowerdale and he should meet this morning: Tho, of my soul, Oliver fears him not, Yet for I’d see fair play on either side, Made me to come, to see their valours tried. God morrow to Master Oliver. OLIVER. God an good morrow. ARTHUR. What, Master Oliver, are you angry? OLIVER. Why an it be, tit and grieven you? ARTHUR. Not me at all, sir, but I imagine by Your being here thus armed, you stay for some That you should fight withall. OLIVER. Why, and he do, che would not dezire you to take his part. ARTHUR. No, by my troth, I think you need it not, For he you look for, I think means not to come. OLIVER. No, and che war assur a that, ched avese him in another place. [Enter Daffodil.] DAFFODIL. O Sir Arthur, Master Oliver, aye me! Your love, and yours, and mine, sweet mistress Lucy, This morn is married to young Flowerdale. ARTHUR. Married to Flowerdale! tis impossible. OLIVER. Married, man, che hope thou doest but jest, To make an a volowten merriment of it. DAFFODIL. O, tis too true. Here comes his Uncle. [Enter Flowerdale, Sheriff, Officers.] UNCLE. God morrow, Sir Arthur, good morrow, master Oliver. OLIVER. God and good morn, Master Flowerdale. I pray you tellen us, Is your scoundrel kinsman married? UNCLE. Master Oliver, call him what you will, but he is married to Sir Lancelot’s daughter here. ARTHUR. Unto her? OLIVER. Aye, ha the old yellow zarved me thick trick? Why, man, he was a promise, chil chud a had her. Is a zitch a vox? chil look to his water, che vor him. UNCLE. The music plays, they are coming from the Church. Sheriff, do your Office: fellows, stand stoutly to it. [Enter all to the Wedding.] OLIVER. God give you joy, as the old zaid Proverb is, and some zorrow among. You met us well, did you not? LANCELOT. Nay, be not angry, sir, the fault is in me. I have done all the wrong, kept him from coming to the field to you, as I might, sir, for I am a Justice, and sworn to keep the peace. WEATHERCOCK. Aye, marry, is he, sir, a very Justice, and sworn to keep the peace: you must not disturb the wedding. LANCELOT. Nay, never frown nor storm, sir; if you do, I’ll have an order taken for you. OLIVER. Well, well, chill be quiet. WEATHERCOCK. Master Flowerdale! Sir Lancelot, look you who here is. Master Flowerdale. LANCELOT. Master Flowerdale, welcome with all my heart. FLOWERDALE. Uncle, this is she, yfaith: master under-sheriff, Arrest me? at whose suit? draw, Kit. UNCLE. At my suit, sir. LANCELOT. Why, what’s the matter, Master Flowerdale? UNCLE. This is the matter, sir: this unthrift here hath cozened you, and hath had of me, in several sums, three thousand pound. FLOWERDALE. Why, Uncle, Uncle. UNCLE. Cousin, cousin, you have uncled me, and if you be not staid, you’ll prove a cozener unto all who know you.