CAS. No, no, you did not watch against I came,
To give her warning to despatch her knaves!
You cried not out when as you saw me come!
All this is nothing; but I'll trounce you all.
NAN. In truth, good master!
Enter MARIAN, FORREST.
CAS. Peace, stay! they come.
Whimper not; and you do, I'll use you worse.
Behold that wicked strumpet with that knave!
O, that I had a pistol for their sakes,
That at one shot I might despatch them both!
But I must stand close yet, and see the rest.
[He conceals himself again.]
MAR. How lik'st thou, Miles, my orchard and my house?
FOR. Well; thou art seated to thy heart's content,
A pleasant orchard and a house well-furnish'd:
There nothing wants; but in the gallery
The painter shows his art exceedingly.
MAR. Yet is there one thing goeth beyond all these:
Contented life, that giveth the heart his ease,
And that I want. [One knocketh at the door.
FOR. Sweet love, adieu. [Exit FORREST.
MAR. Farewell, sweetheart. Who is that at the door?
Enter CLINTON.