CLIN. Fair Marian, by a soldier's loyal faith,
If my employment any way may help
To set thee free from this captivity,
Use me in any sort: command my sword;
I'll do't, as soon as thou shalt speak the word.
MAR. Now, by my true love, which I wish to thee,
I conjure thee with resolution
To slay that monster! Do not fail to do it!
For, if thou dost, I would I had not spoke it.
CLIN. Now try me; and, when next we hap to meet,
The doctor lies stone dead at Clinton's feet.
MAR. Nay, now I see thou lov'st me.
CLIN. Say no more.
If thou dost loathe him, he shall die therefore.
MAR. To-morrow morning will he early rise
To see Earl Lacy: meet him in the cloister,
And make that place revenge his sanctuary.
This night will I break open all the trunks,
Rifle his caskets, rob him of his gold;
And all the doctor's treasure shall be thine.
If thou miscarry, yet this drink shall do it.
Enter CASTILIANO.
CAS. My wife's impatience hath left me alone,
And made my servant run, I know not whither.
MAR. Peace! here is our eyesore. Clinton, leave us now.
CLIN. Nay, now occasion smiles, and I will do it.
[CLINTON draweth his sword.