Mil. I'll sooner be a sinner in forsaking
Mother and father. [Aside.
Dor. Exceeding well: but is it your intent
She shall continue there?
Clare. Continue there? ha, ha! that were a jest:
You know a virgin may continue there
A twelvemonth and a day on trial.
There shall my daughter sojourn some three months,
And in meantime I'll compass a fair match
'Twixt youthful Jerningham, the lusty heir
Of Sir Ralph Jerningham, dwelling in the forest.
I think they'll both come hither with Mounchensey.
Dor. Your care argues the love your bear our child;
I will subscribe to anything you'll have me.
[Exeunt Sir Arthur and Dorcas.[251]
Mil. You will subscribe to it?—good, good,[252] 'tis well;
Love hath two chairs of state, heaven and hell.
My dear Mounchensey, thou my death shalt rue,
Ere to thy heart Millicent prove untrue. [Exit.
Enter Blague.
Host. Ostlers, you knaves and commanders, take the horses of the knights and competitors: your honourable hulks have put into harbour, they'll take in fresh water here, and I have provided clean chamber-pots. Via![253] they come.