Enter ROBIN GOODFELLOW[448] with his master's gown.
ROB. Many good-morrows to my gentle master
And my new mistress; God give you both joy!
What say you to your gown, sir, this cold morning?
CAS. Robin, I am undone, and cast away!
ROB. How, master, cast away upon a wife?
CAS. Yea, Robin, cast away upon a wife.
ROB. Cast her away then, master, can you not?
MAR. No, sir, he cannot, nor he shall not do it.
ROB. Why, how know you? I am sure you are not she.
MAR. Yes, sir, I am your mistress, as it falls.
ROB. As it falls, quoth ye? marry, a foul fall is it.