Part 17 (1/2)

SMUG.

Fire, s'blood, there's no fire in England like your Trinidado sack. Is any man here humorous? We stole the venison, and we'll justify it: say you now!

HOST.

In good sooth, Smug, there's more sack on the fire, Smug.

SMUG.

I do not take any exceptions against your sack; but it you'll lend me a pick staff, I'll cudgle them all hence, by this hand.

HOST.

I say thou shalt in to the Celler.

SMUG.

S'foot, mine Host, shalls not grapple? Pray, pray you; I could fight now for all the world like a c.o.c.katrices ege; shals not serve the Duke of Norfolk?

[Exit.]

HOST.

In, skipper, in!

SIR ARTHUR.

Sirra, hath young Mountchensey married your sister?

HARRY CLARE.

Tis Certain, Sir; here's the priest that coupled them, the parties joined, and the honest witness that cried Amen.

MOUNTCHENSEY.

Sir Arthur Clare, my new created Father, I beseech you, hear me.

SIR ARTHUR.

Sir, Sir, you are a foolish boy; you ahve done that you cannot answer; I dare be bound to seize her from you; for she's a profest Nun.

MILLISCENT.

With pardon, sir, that name is quite undone; This true-love knot cancels both maid and Nun.

When first you told me I should act that part, How cold and b.l.o.o.d.y it crept o'er my heart!

To Chesson with a smiling brow I went; But yet, dear sir, it was to this intent, That my sweet Raymond might find better means To steal me thence. In brief, disguised he came, Like Novice to old father Hildersham; His tutor here did act that cunning part, And in our love hath joined much wit to art.

CLARE.

Is't even so?

MILLISCENT.

With pardon therefore we intreat your smiles; Love thwarted turns itself to thousand wiles.

CLARE.

Young Master Jerningham, were you an actor In your own love's abuse?

JERNINGHAM.

My thoughts, good sir, Did labour seriously unto this end, To wrong my self, ere I'd abuse my friend.

HOST.

He speaks like a Batchelor of musicke, all in numbers.