ACT III.

SCENE I. A walk before Sir Lancelot's house.

[Enter Civet, Frances, and Delia.]

CIVET.
By my truth, this is good luck, I thank God for this. In
good sooth, I have even my heart's desire: sister Delia,
now I may boldly call you so, for your father hath frank
and freely given me his daughter Frances.

FRANCES.
Aye, by my troth, Tom; thou hast my good will too, for
I thank God I longed for a husband, and, would I might
never stir, for one his name was Tom.

DELIA.
Why, sister, now you have your wish.

CIVET.
You say very true, sister Delia: and I prithee call me
nothing but Tom and I'll call thee sweetheart, and Frances:
will it not do well, sister Delia?

DELIA.
It will do very well with both of you.