WIL.  His friends are proud to hear this good of him.

LORD.  And yet, Sir William, being as he is,
Young and unsettled, though of virtuous thoughts
By genuine disposition, yet our eyes
See daily precedents, [how] hopeful gentlemen,
Being trusted in the world with their own will,
Divert the good is look’d from them to ill;
Make their old names forgot, or not worth note: 
With company they keep such revelling,
With panders, parasites, prodigies of knaves,
That they sell all, even their old fathers’ graves. 
Which to prevent we’ll match him to a wife: 
Marriage restrains the scope of single life.

WIL.  My lord speaks like a father for my kinsman.

LORD.  And I have found him one of noble parentage,
A niece of mine; nay, I have broke with her,
Know thus much of her mind, that[352] for my pleasure,
As also for the good appears in him,
She is pleased of all that’s hers to make him king.

WIL.  Our name is bless’d in such an honoured marriage.

    Enter DOCTOR BAXTER.

LORD.  Also I have appointed Doctor Baxter,
Chancellor of Oxford, to attend me here: 
And see, he is come.  Good Master Doctor.

BAX.  My honourable lord.

WIL.  I have possess’d you[353] with this business, Master Doctor.

BAX.  To see the contract ’twixt your honoured niece
And Master Scarborow?

LORD.  ’Tis so, and I did look for him by this.

BAX.  I saw him leave his horse, as I came up.

LORD.  So, so. 
Then he will be here forthwith:  you, Master Baxter,
Go usher hither straight young Katherine,
Sir William here and I will keep this room,
Till you return.
                    [Exit DOCTOR.

    Enter SCARBOROW.

SCAR.  My honourable[354] lord.

LORD.  ’Tis well-done, Scarborow.

SCAR.  Kind uncle.

WIL.  Thanks, my good coz.

LORD.  You have been welcome in your country Yorkshire?

SCAR.  The time that I spent there, my lord, was merry.

LORD.  ’Twas well, ’twas very well! and in your absence
Your uncle here and I have been bethinking,
What gift ’twixt us we might bestow on you,
That to your house large dignity might bring,
With fair increase, as from a crystal spring.

    Enter DOCTOR and KATHERINE.

SCAR.  My name is bound to your benificence,
Your hands have been to me like bounty’s purse,
Never shut up, yourself my foster nurse: 
Nothing can from your honour come, prove me so rude,
But I’ll accept, to shun ingratitude.

LORD.  We accept thy promise, now return thee this,
A virtuous wife:  accept her with a kiss.

SCAR.  My honourable lord!

LORD.  Fear not to take her, man:  she will fear neither,
Do what thou canst, being both abed together.