SIR ARTH. Nay, stay, good friar, if anything hath happ'd About this matter in thy love to us, That thy strict order cannot justify, Admit it to be so, we will cover it; Take no care, man: Disclaim not yet my counsel and advice, The wisest man that is may be o'erreach'd. HIL. Sir Arthur, by my order and my faith, I know not what you mean. SIR RALPH. By your order and by your faith? This is most strange of all. Why, tell me, friar, are not you confessor to my son Frank? HIL. Yes, that I am. SIR RALPH. And did not this good knight here and myself Confess with you, being his ghostly father, To deal with him about th' unbanded marriage Betwixt him and that fair young Millicent? HIL. I never heard of any match intended. SIR ARTH. Did not we break our minds that very time, That our device in making her a nun Was but a colour and a very plot To put by young Mounchensey? Is't not true? HIL. The more I strive to know what you should mean, The less I understand you. SIR RALPH. Did not you tell us still, how Peter Fabel At length would cross us, if we took not heed? HIL. I have heard of one that is a great magician; But he's about the university. SIR RALPH. Did not you send your novice Benedic To persuade the girl to leave Mounchensey's love, To cross that Peter Fabel in his art, And to that purpose made him visitor? HIL. I never sent my novice from my house, Nor have we made our visitation yet. SIR ARTH. Never sent him! Nay, did he not go? and did not I direct him to the house, and confer with him by the way? and did not he tell me what charge he had received from you, word by word, as I requested at your hands? HIL. That you shall know; he came along with me, And stays without. Come hither, Benedic. _Enter_ BENEDIC. Young Benedic, were you e'er sent by me To Cheston nunnery for a visitor? BEN. Never, sir, truly. SIR RALPH. Stranger than all the rest! SIR ARTH. Did not I direct you to the house: Confer with you from Waltham Abbey Unto Cheston wall? BEN. I never saw you, sir, before this hour. SIR RALPH. The devil thou didst not! Ho, chamberlain! _Enter_ CHAMBERLAIN. CHAM. Anon, anon. SIR RALPH. Call mine host Blague hither. CHAM. I will send one over, sir, to see if he be up. I think he be scarce stirring yet. SIR RALPH. Why, knave, didst thou not tell me an hour ago mine host was up! CHAM. Ay, sir, my master's up. SIR RALPH. You knave, is he up, and is he not up? Dost thou mock me? CHAM. Ay, sir, my master is up; but I think Master Blague indeed be not stirring. SIR RALPH. Why, who's thy master? Is not the master of the house thy master? CHAM. Yes, sir; but Master Blague dwells over the way.