And set rich Suffolke with my face afire? 95
If lovely Lacie were but with his Peggy?
The cloudie darckenesse of his bitter frowne
Would check the pride of those aspiring squires.
Before the terme of ten dayes be expired,
When as they looke for aunswere of their loves, 100
My lord will come to merry Frisingfield,
And end their fancies and their follies both.—
Til when, Peggie, be blith and of good cheere.
Enter a Post with a letter and a bag of gold.