OVERREACH: Lady, by your leave, did you see my daughter, lady,
And the lord, her husband?
And the lord, her husband?
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WELLBORN: Your creature, madam. I will never hold
My life my own, when you please to command it.
LADY ALLWORTH: I'm glad my endeavours prospered. Saw you lately
Sir Giles, your uncle?
WELLBORN: I heard of him, madam,
By his minister, Marrall. He's grown into strange passions
About his daughter. This last night he looked for
Your lordship at his house; but missing you,
And she not yet appearing, his wise head
Is much perplexed and troubled.
OVERREACH (_outside_): Ha! find her, booby; thou huge lump of nothing.
I'll bore thine eyes out else.
WELLBORN: May't please your lordship,
For some ends of my own, but to withdraw
A little out of sight, though not of hearing.
LOVELL: You shall direct me.
[_Steps aside. Enter_ OVERREACH, _with distracted looks,
driving in_ MARRALL _before him_.
OVERREACH: Lady, by your leave, did you see my daughter, lady,
And the lord, her husband? Are they in your house?
If they are, discover, that I may bid them joy;
And, as an entrance to her place of honour,
See your ladyship on her left hand, and make curt'sies
When she nods on you; which you must receive
As a special favour.
LADY ALLWORTH: When I know, Sir Giles,
Her state require such ceremony I shall pay it;
Meantime, I neither know nor care where she is.
OVERREACH: Nephew!
WELLBORN: Well.
OVERREACH: No more!
WELLBORN: 'Tis all I owe you.
OVERREACH: I am familiar with the cause that makes you
Bear up thus bravely; there's a certain buz
Of a stolen marriage--do you hear? Of a stolen marriage;
In which, 'tis said, there's somebody hath been cozened.
I name no parties.
[LADY ALLWORTH _turns away_.
WELLBORN: Well, sir, and what follows?
OVERREACH: Marry, this, since you are peremptory. Remember
Upon mere hope of your great match I lent you
A thousand pounds. Put me in good security,
And suddenly, by mortgage or by statute,
Of some of your new possessions, or I'll have you
Dragged in your lavender robes to the jail.
WELLBORN: Your creature, madam. I will never hold
My life my own, when you please to command it.
LADY ALLWORTH: I'm glad my endeavours prospered. Saw you lately
Sir Giles, your uncle?
WELLBORN: I heard of him, madam,
By his minister, Marrall. He's grown into strange passions
About his daughter. This last night he looked for
Your lordship at his house; but missing you,
And she not yet appearing, his wise head
Is much perplexed and troubled.
OVERREACH (_outside_): Ha! find her, booby; thou huge lump of nothing.
I'll bore thine eyes out else.
WELLBORN: May't please your lordship,
For some ends of my own, but to withdraw
A little out of sight, though not of hearing.
LOVELL: You shall direct me.
[_Steps aside. Enter_ OVERREACH, _with distracted looks,
driving in_ MARRALL _before him_.
OVERREACH: Lady, by your leave, did you see my daughter, lady,
And the lord, her husband? Are they in your house?
If they are, discover, that I may bid them joy;
And, as an entrance to her place of honour,
See your ladyship on her left hand, and make curt'sies
When she nods on you; which you must receive
As a special favour.
LADY ALLWORTH: When I know, Sir Giles,
Her state require such ceremony I shall pay it;
Meantime, I neither know nor care where she is.
OVERREACH: Nephew!
WELLBORN: Well.
OVERREACH: No more!
WELLBORN: 'Tis all I owe you.
OVERREACH: I am familiar with the cause that makes you
Bear up thus bravely; there's a certain buz
Of a stolen marriage--do you hear? Of a stolen marriage;
In which, 'tis said, there's somebody hath been cozened.
I name no parties.
[LADY ALLWORTH _turns away_.
WELLBORN: Well, sir, and what follows?
OVERREACH: Marry, this, since you are peremptory. Remember
Upon mere hope of your great match I lent you
A thousand pounds. Put me in good security,
And suddenly, by mortgage or by statute,
Of some of your new possessions, or I'll have you
Dragged in your lavender robes to the jail.
