Sir Ralph. Unreverend friar—
Hil. Nay, then give me leave, sir, to depart in quiet:
I had hop'd you had sent for me to some other end.
Sir Arth. Nay, stay, good friar, if anything hath happ'd
About this matter in thy love to us,
That thy strict order cannot justify,
Admit it to be so, we will cover it;
Take no care, man:
Disclaim not yet my counsel and advice,
The wisest man that is may be o'erreach'd.
Hil. Sir Arthur, by my order and my faith, I know not what you mean.
Sir Ralph. By your order and by your faith? This is most strange of all. Why, tell me, friar, are not you confessor to my son Frank?
Hil. Yes, that I am.
Sir Ralph. And did not this good knight here and myself
Confess with you, being his ghostly father,
To deal with him about th' unbanded marriage
Betwixt him and that fair young Millicent?
Hil. I never heard of any match intended.
Sir Arth. Did not we break our minds that very time,
That our device in making her a nun
Was but a colour and a very plot
To put by young Mounchensey? Is't not true?
Hil. The more I strive to know what you should mean,
The less I understand you.