Volume Viii Part 83 (1/2)
GRIM. She, quotha? she is mine already; we'll to her presently. Master Parson, 'tis a match; we'll meet you. Now, miller, do I go beyond you?
I have stripped him of the wench, as a cook would strip an eel out of her skin, or a pudding out of the case thereof. Now I talk of a pudding, O, 'tis my only food, I am an old dog at it. Come, Joan, let us away, I'll pudding you.
SHO. Well, if my fortune luckily ensue, As you shall cosen him, I'll cosen you.
[_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ CASTILIANO _at one door with_ MARIAN, EARL LACY _at another door with_ HONOREA.
CAS. Come, lovely Honorea, bright as day.
As came Alcmena from her sacred bed With Jupiter, shap'd like Amphitrion, So show my love.
HON. My love! whom have we here? Sweet Musgrave! but, alas, I am betrayed!
CAS. Thou art my love.
LACY. No, mine.
HON. Nor yours, nor yours; But Musgrave's love. O Musgrave! where art thou?
LACY. Be not displeas'd, my dear; give me thy hand.
HON. My hand, false earl! nor hand nor heart of mine!
Couldst thou thus cunningly deceive my hopes?
And could my father give consent thereto?
Well, neither he nor thou shalt force my love.
CAS. 'Tis I, fair Honorea, am thy love: Forsake the worthless earl, give me thy hand.
MAR. Whose hand would you have, sir? this hand is mine, And mine is yours: then keep you to your own: Yet are you mine, sir, and I mean to keep you.
What! do you think to shake me off so soon?
No, gentle husband, now 'tis too-too late; You should have look'd, before you came to bed.
_Enter_ ROBIN GOODFELLOW[448] _with his master's gown_.
ROB. Many good-morrows to my gentle master And my new mistress; G.o.d give you both joy!
What say you to your gown, sir, this cold morning?
CAS. Robin, I am undone, and cast away!
ROB. How, master, cast away upon a wife?
CAS. Yea, Robin, cast away upon a wife.
ROB. Cast her away then, master, can you not?
MAR. No, sir, he cannot, nor he shall not do it.
ROB. Why, how know you? I am sure you are not she.
MAR. Yes, sir, I am your mistress, as it falls.