MONK. The king's grace would fain do you good, fair maid. MAT. Ill-good: he means my fame to violate. ABB. Well, let that be. BRAND. Good bawd, good mother B.[353] How fain you would that that good deed should be! [_Aside_.] ABB. I was about to say somewhat upon a thing: O, thus it is. We maids that all the day are occupied In labour and chaste, hallow'd exercise, Are nothing so much tempted, while day lasts, As we are tried and proved in the night. Tell me, Matilda, had you, since you came, No dreams, no visions, nothing worth the note? MAT. No, I thank God. ABB. Truly you will, you will, Except you take good heed, and bless yourself; For if I lie but on my back awhile I am, past recovery, sure of a bad dream. You see yon reverend monk: now, God he knows, I love him dearer for his holiness, And I believe the devil knows it too; For the foul fiend comes to me many a night, As like the monk, as if he were the man-- Many a hundred nights the nuns have seen, Pray, cry, make crosses, do they what they can-- Once gotten in, then do I fall to work, My holy-water bucket being near-hand, I whisper secret spells, and conjure him, That the foul fiend hath no more power to stand: He down, as I can quickly get him laid, I bless myself, and like a holy maid, Turn on my right side, where I sleep all night Without more dreams or troubling of the sprite. BRAND. An abbess? By the cross of my good blade,[354] An excellent mother to bring up a maid! For me, I mean, and my good master John; But never any for an honest man. [_Coughs_. Now, fie upon that word of honesty, Passing my throat't had almost choked me: 'Sblood, I'll forswear it for this trick. [_Aside_.] MONK. We trifle time. Fair maid, it's thus in brief: This abbey by your means may have relief; An hundred marks a year. Answer, I pray, What will you do herein? MAT. Even all I may. ABB. It's charitably spoken, my fair child: A little thing of yours, a little help, Will serve the turn: learn but to bear--to bear The burden of this world, and it will do. BRAND. Well, go thy ways: is this no bawd, think you? [_Aside_.] MAT. Madam, the heavy burden of the world Hath long oppress'd me. ABB. But not press'd you right; Now shall you bear a burden far more light. MAT. What burden-bearing? whereto tends this talk? MONK. To you, to us, this abbey, and King John. MAT. O God, forfend he should be thought upon! MONK. Lady, make short: the king must lie with you. MAT. With me? with me? [_First turns to the_ MONK, _then to the_ ABBESS. ABB. Sweet, never look so strange: He shall come closely,[355] nobody shall see. MAT. How can he come, but One hath eyes to see? MONK. Your chamber-windows shall be shadowed. MAT. But no veil from my conscience shadows me. ABB. And all the nuns sent quietly to bed. MAT. But they will rise, and by my blushing red Quickly give guess of my lost maidenhead. BRAND. She goes, i' faith: by God, she is their own! [_Aside_.