Host. In, skipper, in.
Sir Arth. Sirrah, hath young Mounchensey married your sister?
H. Clare. 'Tis certain, sir; here's the priest that coupled them, the parties joined, and the honest witness that cried amen.
Moun. Sir Arthur Clare, my new-created father, I beseech you hear me.
Sir Arth. Sir, sir, you are a foolish boy; you have done that you cannot answer; I dare be bold to seize her from you, for she's a professed nun.
Mil. With pardon, sir, that name is quite undone;
This true-love knot cancels both maid and nun.
When first you told me, I should act that part,
How cold and bloody it crept o'er my heart.
To Cheston with a smiling brow I went,
But yet, dear sir, it was to this intent,
That my sweet Raymond might find better means,
To steal me thence. In brief, disguis'd he came,
Like novice to old father Hildersham;
His tutor here did act that cunning part,
And in our love hath join'd much wit to art.
Sir Arth. Is it even so?
Mil. With pardon therefore we entreat your smiles!
Love (thwarted) turns itself to thousand wiles.
Sir Arth. Young Master Jerningham, were you an actor
In your own love's abuse?
Jer. My thoughts, good sir,
Did labour seriously unto this end—
To wrong myself, ere I'd abuse my friend.