JOHN. Wilt thou not speak, fair Marian, to Prince John,
That loves thee well?
QU. ELIN. Good sir, I know you do.
JOHN. That can maintain thee.
QU. ELIN. Ay, I know you can,
But hitherto I have maintained you.
JOHN. My princely mother!
QU. ELIN. Ay, my princely son.
JOHN. Is Marian then gone hence with Huntington?
QU. ELIN. Ay, she is gone; ill may they either thrive.
JOHN. Mother, they [needs] must go, whom the devil drives;
For your sharp fury and infernal rage,
Your scorn of me, your spite to Marian,
Your overdoating love to Huntington,
Hath cross'd yourself, and me it hath undone.
QU. ELIN. I in mine own deceit have met deceit:
In brief the manner thus I will repeat.
I knew with malice that the Prior of York
Pursued Earl Robert; and I furthered it,
Though God can tell, for love of Huntington.
For thus I thought: when he was in extremes,
Need and my love would win some good regard
From him to me, if I reliev'd his want.
To this end came I to the mock spouse-feast;
To this end made I change for Marian's weed,
That me for her Earl Robert should receive:
But now I see they both of them agreed,
In my deceit I might myself deceive.
Come in with me, come in, and meditate
How to turn love to never-changing hate.
[Exit.