CLARE. There to become a most religious nun. MIL. I'll first be buried quick. [_Aside._ CLARE. To spend her beauty in most private prayers. MIL. I'll sooner be a sinner in forsaking Mother and father. [_Aside._ CLARE. How dost like my plot? DOR. Exceeding well: but is it your intent She shall continue there? CLARE. Continue there? ha, ha! that were a jest: You know a virgin may continue there A twelvemonth and a day on trial. There shall my daughter sojourn some three months, And in meantime I'll compass a fair match 'Twixt youthful Jerningham, the lusty heir Of Sir Ralph Jerningham, dwelling in the forest. I think they'll both come hither with Mounchensey. DOR. Your care argues the love your bear our child; I will subscribe to anything you'll have me. [_Exeunt_ SIR ARTHUR _and_ DORCAS.[251] MIL. You will subscribe to it?--good, good,[252] 'tis well; Love hath two chairs of state, heaven and hell. My dear Mounchensey, thou my death shalt rue, Ere to thy heart Millicent prove untrue. [_Exit._ _Enter_ BLAGUE. HOST. Ostlers, you knaves and commanders, take the horses of the knights and competitors: your honourable hulks have put into harbour, they'll take in fresh water here, and I have provided clean chamber-pots. _Via!_[253] they come. _Enter_ SIR RICHARD MOUNCHENSEY, SIR RALPH JERNINGHAM, _young_ FRANK JERNINGHAM, RAYMOND MOUNCHENSEY, PETER FABEL, _and_ BILBO. HOST. The destinies be most neat chamberlains to these swaggering puritans, knights of the subsidy. SIR RICH. God-a-mercy, good mine host. SIR RALPH. Thanks, good host Blague. HOST. Room for my case of pistols, that have Greek and Latin bullets in them: let me cling to your flanks, my nimble giberalters, and blow wind in your calves to make them swell bigger. Ha! I'll caper in mine own fee-simple. Away with punctilios and orthography! I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. BIL. _Tityre, tu patulæ recubans sub tegmine fagi.[254]_ Truly, mine host, Bilbo, though he be somewhat out of fashion, will be your only blade[255] still; I have a villainous sharp stomach to slice a breakfast. HOST. Thou shalt have it without any more discontinuance, release, or attournment. What! we know our terms of hunting and the sea-card. BIL. And do you serve the good Duke of Norfolk still? HOST. Still and still, and still, my soldier of Saint Quintin's. Come follow me. I have Charles's-wain[256] below in a butt of sack: 'twill[257] glister like your crab-fish.