DUN. My lords, you know the hallow'd gift of tongues
Comes from the selfsame power that gives us breath:
He binds and looseth them at his dispose;
And in his name will Dunstan undertake
To work this cure upon fair Honorea.
Hang there, my harp, my solitary muse,
Companion of my contemplation.
[He hangs his harp on the wall.
And, lady, kneel with me upon the earth,
That both our prayers may ascend to heaven.
[They kneel down. Then enters CLINTON, with
BELPHEGOR, terming himself CASTILIANO, and
AKERCOCK, as ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
CLIN. So shall you do the lady a good turn,
And bind both him and me to you for ever. [Aside.]
BEL. I have determin'd what I mean to do. [Aside.]
CLIN. Here be the earls, and with them is the friar. [Aside.]
BEL. What, is he praying? [Aside.]
CLIN. So methinks he is;
But I'll disturb him. [Aside.] By your leave, my lords,
Here is a stranger from beyond the seas
Will undertake to cure your lordship's daughter.
MOR. The holy abbot is about the cure.
BEL. Yea, but, my lord, he'll never finish it.
MOR. How canst thou tell? What countryman art thou?