MAT. O[313] God, this veil
And look fit not this sport. I'll leave it.
LEI. Nay,
For your love William's sake, fair maiden, stay!
[Dance: Masquers take each a lady, JOHN
MATILDA, but [she] refusing, father.[314]
They sit down apart.
FITZ. This is no courtship, daughter, be not nice,
You both abuse him and disparage us.
His fellows had the ladies they did choose,
And, well, you know here's no more maids than Maud:[315]
Yourself are all our store. I pray you, rise,
Or, by my faith, I say you do us wrong.
MAT. I will do what you will. Lead, lead your dance.
KING. You know me by my speech.
MAT. Ay, my liege, ay. O, that temptation's tongue
Hath[316] nowhere to be plac'd but in your head!
KING. Well, say I have her tongue, had I not need,
When you have both her eyes, nay, all her shape,
Able to tempt even Job himself to rape?
MAT. Good my lord, leave, or I will leave the place.
[Dance again; and in the first course MATILDA flings from him: JOHN follows.