ROB. The devil himself take all such dames for me! 'Zounds, I had rather be in hell than here. Nay, let him be his own man, if he list, Robin means not to stay to be us'd thus. The very first day, in her angry spleen, Her nimble hand began to greet my ears With such unkind salutes as I ne'er felt; And since that time there hath not pass'd an hour, Wherein she hath not either rail'd upon me, Or laid her anger's load upon my limbs. Even now (for no occasion in the world, But as it pleas'd her ladyship to take it) She gat me up a staff, and breaks my head. But I'll no longer serve so curs'd a dame; I'll run as far first as my legs will bear me. What shall I do? to hell I dare not go, Until my master's twelve months be expir'd, And here to stay with Mistress Marian-- Better to be so long in purgatory. Now, farewell, master! but, shrewd dame, fare-ill! I'll leave you, though the devil is with you still. [_Exit_ ROBIN. _Enter_ MARIAN _alone, chafing_. MAR. My heart still pants within; I am so chaf'd! The rascal slave, my man, that sneaking rogue, Had like to have undone us all for ever! My cousin Musgrave is with Honorea, Set in an arbour in the summer-garden; And he, forsooth, must needs go in for herbs, And told me further, that his master bad him: But I laid hold upon my younker's pate, And made the blood run down about his ears. I trow, he shall ask me leave ere he go. Now is my cousin master of his love, The lady at one time reveng'd and pleas'd. So speed they all that marry maids perforce! _Enter_ CASTILIANO. But here my husband comes. CAS. What, dame, alone? MAR. Yes, sir, this once--for want of company. CAS. Why, where's my lady and my cousin Musgrave? MAR. You may go look them both for aught I know. CAS. What, are you angry, dame? MAR. Yea, so it seems. CAS. What is the cause, I prythee? MAR. Why would you know? CAS. That I might ease it, if it lay in me. MAR. O, but it belongs not to your trade. CAS. You know not that. MAR. I know you love to prate, and so I leave you. [_Exit_ MARIAN.