HON. Base alien! mercenary fugitive! Presumptuous Spaniard! that with shameless pride Dar'st ask an English lady for thy wife, I scorn my slave should honour thee so much: And, for myself, I like myself the worse, That thou dar'st hope the gaining of my love. Go, get thee gone, the shame of my esteem, And seek some drudge that may be like thyself! But as for you, good Earl of Kent, Methinks your lordship, being of these years, Should be past dreaming of a second wife. Fie, fie, my lord! 'tis lust in doting age: I will not patronise so foul a sin. An old man dote on youth? 'tis monstrous. Go home, go home, and rest your weary head! 'Twere pity such a brow should learn to bud. And lastly unto you, my lord and father, Your love to me is too much overseen, That in your care and counsel should devise To tie your daughter's choice to two such grooms. You may elect for me, but I'll dispose, And fit myself far better than both those; And so I will conclude; you[r], as you please. [_Exit_ HONOREA _in a chafe_. AKER. Call you this making of a woman speak? I think they all wish she were dumb again. CAS. How now, my lord? what, are you in a muse? LACY. I would to God her tongue were tied again. CAS. Ay, marry, sir, but that's another thing, The devil cannot tie a woman's tongue:[440] I would the friar could do that with his beads. But 'tis no matter: you, my lord, have promis'd, If she refuse the earl, she should be mine. MOR. Win her, and wear her, man, with all my heart! CAS. O, I'll haunt her till I make her stoop. Come, come, my lord, this was to try her voice; Let's in and court her; one of us shall speed. AKER. Happy man[441] be his dole that misseth her, say I. DUN. My weaker senses cannot apprehend The means this stranger us'd to make her speak: There is some secret mystery therein, Conceal'd from Dunstan, which the heavens reveal, That I may scourge this bold, blaspheming man, Who holds religious works of little worth! [_Exeunt; manent_ CLINTON _and_ FORREST. FOR. Now, Captain Clinton, what think you of me? CLIN. Methinks as yet the jest holds pretty well. The one hath taught her to deny himself: The other woo'd so long, he cannot speed. FOR. This news will please young Musgrave. CLIN. Marry will it, And I will hasten to acquaint him with them: Come, let's away. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ PARSON SHORTHOSE _and_ GRIM _the Collier_. GRIM. No, Master Parson, grief hath made my heart and me a pair of balance, as heavy as lead. Every night I dream I am a town top, and that I am whipped up and down with the scourge-stick of love and the metal of affection; and when I wake,[442] I find myself stark naked, and as cold as a stone. Now judge how I am tumbled and tossed; poor Grim the collier hath wished himself burnt up amongst his coals. SHO. O Grim! be wise, dream not of love, Thy sorrows cannot fancy move: If Jug love thee, love her again; If not, thy kindness then refrain.