I'll dye thy nuptial bed in thy heart's gore.
Ingen. Come, come, my lord; 'tis not so easily done.
You know it is not. Forgive[141] this my attempt
Upon your sister; before God and man
She was my wife, and ne'er a bedrid gout
Shall have my wench to get diseases on.
Proudly. Well may'st thou term her so, that has consented
Even with her will to be dishonoured.
Ingen. Not so, yet have I lain with her—
Maid. But first,
Witness this priest, we both were married.
Priest. True it is, Domine;
Their contract's run into a marriage,
And that, my lord, into a carriage.
Proudly. I will undo thee, priest.
Priest. It is too late. I am undone
Already [by] wine and tobacco. I defy thee,
Thou temporal lord: perdy, thou never shalt
Keep me in jail, and hence springs my reason:
My act is neither felony nor treason.
Fee. Ay, sir; but you do not know what kindred she may have.
Omnes. Come, come, there is no remedy.