MAR. Base rascal, dost thou say that I am foul?
ROB. No, it was foul play for him to fall upon you.
MAR. How know you that he fell? were you so nigh?
[She giveth ROBIN a box on the ear.
ROB. Mass, it should seem it was he that fell, if any,
For you (methinks) are of a mounting nature:
What, at my ears at first? a good beginning.
LACY. My dear delight, why dost thou stain thy cheeks,
Those rosy beds, with this unseemly dew?
Shake off those tears, that now untimely fall,
And smile on me, that am thy summer's joy.
HON. Hapless am I to lose so sweet a prison,
Thus to obtain a weary liberty.
Happy had I been so to have remain'd,
Of which estate I ne'er should have complain'd.
ROB. Whoop, whoo! more marriages! and all of a sort. Happy are they, I see, that live without them: if this be the beginning, what will be the ending?
Enter EARL MORGAN and DUNSTAN.
MOR. Look, Dunstan, where they be; displeas'd, no doubt,
Try, if thou canst work reconciliation.