A man, no woman, that hath gull'd the world,
Intended for a happier event
Than this that follow'd, that she now is gone.
O fond experiments of simple man!
Fool to thy fate, since all thy project, meant
But mirth, is now converted unto death.
Maid. O, do not burst me, joy! that modesty
[Aside.
Would let me show myself to finish all!
Proudly. Nay, then thou hast my sister somewhere, villain!
'Tis plain now thou wilt steal thy marriage.
She is no match for thee, assure thyself.
If all the law in England or my friends
Can cross it, 't shall not be.
Ingen. Would 'twere so well,
And that I knew the lady to be safe!
Give me no ill-words. Sir, this boy and I
Will wander like two pilgrims till we find her.
If you do love her as you talk, do so:
The love or grief that is express'd in words,
Is slight and easy; 'tis but shallow woe
That makes a noise; deep'st waters stillest go.
I love her better than thy parents did,
Which is beyond a brother.
Proudly. Slave! thou liest.
Ingen. Zounds!
[About to strike.
Bro. Kill him!
Maid. O, hold! Sir, you dishonour much your brother
To counsel him 'gainst hospitality
To strike in his own house.
Ingen. You, lord insolent, I will fight with you:
Take this as a challenge, and set your time.