Lacie, love makes no exception[1347] of a friend,
Nor deemes it of a prince but as a man.
Honour bids thee controll[1348] him in his lust; 60
His wooing is not for to wed the girle,
But to intrap her and beguile the lasse.
Lacie, thou lovest, then brooke not such abuse,
But wed her, and abide thy prince's frowne;[1349]
For better[1350] die than see her live disgracde. 65
Margret. Come, Frier, I will shake him from his dumpes.— [Advancing.]
How cheere you, sir? a penie for your thought!