FOR. Tut, I'll remember thee, and straight return: But here's the doctor. MAR. Where? Forrest, farewell! I would not have him see me for a world. FOR. Why? he is not here. Well, now I see you fear him. MAR. Marry, beshrew thee for thy false alarm! I fear him? no, I neither fear nor love him. FOR. But where's my lady? She is gone home before, And I must follow after. Marian, farewell. MAR. I shall expect your coming. FOR. Presently; And nearest thou, Marian? nay, it shall be so-- [_He whispers in her ear_. MAR. O Lord, sir, you are wed, I warrant you: We'll laugh, be merry, and, it may be, kiss; But if you look for more, you aim amiss. FOR. Go to, go to! we'll talk of this anon. [_Exit_ FORREST. MAR. Well, go thy way, for the true-heartedst man That liveth, and as full of honesty, And yet as wanton as a pretty lamb. He'll come again, for he hath lov'd me long, And so have many more besides himself; But I was coy and proud, as maids are wont, Meaning to match beyond my mean estate: Yet I have favour'd youths and youthful sports, Although I durst not venture on the main; But now it will not be so soon espied. Maids cannot, but a wife a fault may hide. _Enter_ NAN. What, Nan! NAN. Anon, forsooth. MAR. Come hither, maid. Here, take my keys, and fetch the galley-pot; Bring a fair napkin and some fruit-dishes. Despatch, and make all ready presently; Miles Forrest will come straight to drink with me. NAN. I will, forsooth. [_Exit_ NAN. MAR. Why am I young, but to enjoy my years? Why am I fair, but that I should be lov'd? And why should I be lov'd, and not love others? Tut, she is a fool that her affection smothers: 'Twas not for love I was the doctor's wife, Nor did he love me, when he first was mine. Tush, tush, this _wife_ is but an idle name! I purpose now to try another game. Art thou return'd so soon? O, 'tis well done. _Enter_ NAN _with the banquet_. And hear'st thou, Nan? when Forrest shall return, If any happen to inquire for me, Whether't be Captain Clinton or Ralph Harvey, Call presently, and say, thy master's come; So I'll send Forrest o'er the garden pale. NAN. I will, forsooth. MAR. Meantime, stay thou and make our banquet ready. I'll to my closet, and be here again, Before Miles Forrest shall come visit me. [_Exit_ MARIAN. NAN. I wonder what my mistress is about? Somewhat she would not have my master know: Whate'er it be, 'tis nothing unto me; She's my good mistress, and I'll keep her counsel. I have oft seen her kiss behind his back, And laugh and toy, when he did little think it. O, what a winking eye the wanton hath To cosen him, even when he looks upon her! But what have I to do with what she doth? I'll taste her junkets since I am alone: That which is good for them cannot hurt me. Ay, marry, this is sweet! a cup of wine Will not be hurtful for digestion. [_She drinks_.]