CAS. Musgrave, now, on my faith, heartily welcome. Give me thy hand, my cousin and my friend, My partner in the loss of Honorea; We two must needs be friends: our fortune's like: Marry, yet I am richer by a shrew. MAR. 'Tis better to be a shrew, sir, than a sheep;[451] You have no cause, I hope, yet to complain? CAS. No, dame; for yet you know 'tis honeymoon. What! we have scarcely settled our acquaintance. MUS. I doubt not, cousin, but ye shall agree, For she is mild enough, if she be pleas'd. CAS. So is the devil, they say[452] [_aside_]: yea, cousin, yea, My dear and I, I doubt not, shall agree. _Enter_ ROBIN GOODFELLOW. ROB. Sir, here be two or three gentlemen at the door Would gladly speak a word with your worship. _Enter_ CLINTON, FORREST, HARVEY. [CAS.] They need no bidding, methinks: they can come alone! CLIN. God save you, Signior Castiliano. CAS. O captain, _come sta_?[453] welcome all, my friends! FOR. Sir, we are come to bid God give you joy, And see your house. MAR. Welcome, gentlemen: 'Tis kindly done to come to see us here. ROB. This kindness makes me fear my master's head: Such hotspurs must have game, howe'er they get it. CLIN. We have a suit to you, Castiliano. CAS. What is it, sir? if it lies in me, 'tis done. CLIN. Nay, but a trifle, sir, and that is: This same young man, by trade apothecary, Is willing to retain unto your cures. CAS. Marry, with all my heart, and welcome too. What may I call your name, my honest friend? HAR. Ralph Harvey, sir; your neighbour here hard by. The Golden Lion is my dwelling-place, Where what you please shall be with care perform'd. CAS. Gramercies, Harvey! welcome, all my friends! Let's in, and handsel our new mansion-house With a carousing round of Spanish wine. Come, cousin Musgrave, you shall be my guest; My dame, I trow, will welcome you herself. MAR. No, boy, Lord Lacy's wife shall welcome thee. ROB. So now the game begins, here's some cheer toward; I must be skinker[454] then: let me alone; They all shall want, ere Robin shall have none. [_Exeunt omnes nisi_ CLINTON _and_ HARVEY. CLIN. Sirrah Ralph Harvey, now the entry is made, Thou only hast access without suspect.[455] Be not forgetful of thy agent here; Remember Clinton was the man that did it. HAR. Why, captain, now you talk in jealousy. Do not misconstrue my true-meaning heart. CLIN. Ralph, I believe thee, and rely on thee. Do not too long absent thee from the doctor: Go in, carouse, and taint his Spanish brain; I'll follow, and my Marian's health maintain. HAR. Captain, you well advise me; I'll go in, And for myself my love-suits I'll begin. [_Exeunt_. ACT III., SCENE I. _Enter_ ROBIN GOODFELLOW _with his head broken_.