It would get you more, I’ll be sworn, in a year
Than ever ye had of kin or kith.
MARY
Alas, wherefore do ye take ill therewith?
’Tis ever the sweetest and noblest name
That the tongue of man can fashion or frame.
Why should ye thereagainst make war?
I may not change, for worlds and more,
A name which nought could make more sweet.
THE DEVIL