Volume Viii Part 85 (2/2)

What shall I do? to h.e.l.l I dare not go, Until my master's twelve months be expir'd, And here to stay with Mistress Marian-- Better to be so long in purgatory.

Now, farewell, master! but, shrewd dame, fare-ill!

I'll leave you, though the devil is with you still.

[_Exit_ ROBIN.

_Enter_ MARIAN _alone, chafing_.

MAR. My heart still pants within; I am so chaf'd!

The rascal slave, my man, that sneaking rogue, Had like to have undone us all for ever!

My cousin Musgrave is with Honorea, Set in an arbour in the summer-garden; And he, forsooth, must needs go in for herbs, And told me further, that his master bad him: But I laid hold upon my younker's pate, And made the blood run down about his ears.

I trow, he shall ask me leave ere he go.

Now is my cousin master of his love, The lady at one time reveng'd and pleas'd.

So speed they all that marry maids perforce!

_Enter_ CASTILIANO.

But here my husband comes.

CAS. What, dame, alone?

MAR. Yes, sir, this once--for want of company.

CAS. Why, where's my lady and my cousin Musgrave?

MAR. You may go look them both for aught I know.

CAS. What, are you angry, dame?

MAR. Yea, so it seems.

CAS. What is the cause, I prythee?

MAR. Why would you know?

CAS. That I might ease it, if it lay in me.

MAR. O, but it belongs not to your trade.

CAS. You know not that.

MAR. I know you love to prate, and so I leave you.

[_Exit_ MARIAN.

CAS. Well, go thy way: oft have I raked h.e.l.l To get a wife, yet never found her like.

Why this it is to marry with a shrew.

Yet if it be, as I presume it is, There's but one thing offends both her and me; And I am glad, if that be it offends her.

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