I care not, if I be married before to-morrow at noon,
If marriage be a thing that so may be had:
How say you, maid? to marry me will ye be glad?
Out of doubt, I believe, it is some excellent treasure,
Else to the same belongs abundant pleasure.
Yet with mine ears I have heard some say,—
That ever I was married, now cursed be the day!
Those be they, that with curs’d wives be matched,
That husband for hawks’ meat of them is up snatched,
Head broke with a bedstaff, face be all-to scratched: