SMUG. Fire! nouns, there's no fire in England like your Trinidado sack.[313] Is any man here humorous?[314] We stole the venison, and we'll justify it: say you now? HOST. In good sooth, Smug, there's more sack on the fire, Smug. SMUG. I do not take any exceptions against your sack: but if you lend me a pike-staff, I'll cudgel them all hence, by this hand. HOST. I say thou shalt into the cellar. SMUG. 'Sfoot, mine host, shall's not grapple? Pray you, pray you; I could fight now for all the world like a cockatrice's egg. Shall's not serve the Duke of Norfolk? [_Exit._ HOST. In, skipper, in. SIR ARTH. Sirrah, hath young Mounchensey married your sister? H. CLARE. 'Tis certain, sir; here's the priest that coupled them, the parties joined, and the honest witness that cried amen. MOUN. Sir Arthur Clare, my new-created father, I beseech you hear me. SIR ARTH. Sir, sir, you are a foolish boy; you have done that you cannot answer; I dare be bold to seize her from you, for she's a professed nun. MIL. With pardon, sir, that name is quite undone; This true-love knot cancels both maid and nun. When first you told me, I should act that part, How cold and bloody it crept o'er my heart. To Cheston with a smiling brow I went, But yet, dear sir, it was to this intent, That my sweet Raymond might find better means, To steal me thence. In brief, disguis'd he came, Like novice to old father Hildersham; His tutor here did act that cunning part, And in our love hath join'd much wit to art. SIR ARTH. Is it even so? MIL. With pardon therefore we entreat your smiles! Love (thwarted) turns itself to thousand wiles. SIR ARTH. Young Master Jerningham, were you an actor In your own love's abuse? JER. My thoughts, good sir, Did labour seriously unto this end-- To wrong myself, ere I'd abuse my friend. HOST. He speaks like a bachelor of music; all in numbers. Knights, if I had known you would have let this covey of partridges sit thus long upon their knees under my signpost. I would have spread my door with coverlids. SIR ARTH. Well, sir, for this your sign was removed, was it? HOST. Faith, we followed the directions of the devil, Master Peter Fabel; and Smug (lord bless us!) could never stand upright since. SIR ARTH. You, sir--'twas you was his minister, that married them? SIR JOHN. Sir, to prove myself an honest man, being that I was last night in the forest stealing venison--now, sir, to have you stand my friend, if the matter should be called in question, I married your daughter to this worthy gentleman. SIR ARTH. I may chance to requite you, and make your neck crack for't.