ROB. And would you then first stain your princely stock,
Wrong beauty, virtue, honour, chastity,
And blemish Fauconbridge's untainted arms?
FAU. By adding horns unto our falcon's head?
Well thought on, noble youth: 'twas well put in. [Aside.
LADY F. Besides, my gracious lord,—
FAU. Tickle him, Mall,
Plague him on that side for his hot desire.
LADY F.—however secretly great princes sin.
FAU. O, now the spring! she'll do it secretly. [Aside.
LADY F. The King of all hearts will have all sins known.
FAU. Ah, then she yields not! [Aside.
RICH. Lady, here's my hand.
I did but try your honourable faith.
FAU. He did but try her! would she have been tried,
It had gone hard on this and on this side. [Aside.