MAR. There is no cure for fire but to be quench'd.
CLIN. Thou hast prescrib'd a sovereign remedy.
CAS. O, who the devil made her a physician? [Aside.]
CLIN. Let's not obscure what love doth manifest;
Nor let a stranger's bed make thee seem strange
To him that ever lov'd and honour'd thee.
MAR. A captain made a captive by loose love
And gadding fancy! fie, 'twere monstrous shame
That Cupid's bow should blemish Mars's name:
Take up thy arms, recall thy drooping thoughts,
And lead thy troops into the spacious fields.
CAS. She counsels others well, if she would take it. [Aside.]
CLIN. Thou counsellest the blind to lead the blind.
Can I lead them that cannot guide myself?
Thou, Marian, must release my captive heart.
MAR. With all my heart I grant thee free release.
CLIN. Thou art obscure too much: but tell me, love,
Shall I obtain my long-desired love?
MAR. Captain, there is yet somewhat in thy mind
Thou wouldst reveal, but wantest utterance.
Thou better knowest to front the braving foe,
Than plead love-suits.