Wal. We go to town.
Thy mistress, thou, and all the house.

Fath. Well, sir?

Wal. Mak'st thou not ready then to go to town?
Hence, knave, despatch!

[FATHOM goes out.]

Helen. Go we to town?

Wal. We do;
'Tis now her father's will she sees the town.

Helen. I'm glad on't. Goes she to her father?

Wal. No:
At the desire of thine she for a term shares roof with thee.

Helen. I'm very glad on't.

Wal. What!
You like her, then? I thought you would. 'Tis time
She sees the town.

Helen. It has been time for that
These six years.

Wal. By thy wisdom's count. No doubt