Marg. Margret hath made a vow which may not be revokt.
Warraine. We cannot stay, my lord;[1555] and if she be so strict,
Our leisure graunts us not to woo a fresh. 80
Ermsby. Choose you, fair damsell,—yet the choise is yours,—
Either a solemne nunnerie or the court,
God or Lord Lacie: which[1556] contents you best,
To be a nun or els Lord Lacies wife?
Lacie. A good motion.—Peggie, your answer must be short.
Margret. The flesh is frayle: my lord doth know it well 86
That when he comes with his inchanting face,