FITZ.  Now, by my troth, if any troth I have,
I am as merry at Matilda’s mirth,
As I was glad to see her first day’s birth. 
For till this hour, so help me halidom,[310]
Since the too timely death of Huntington,
Not a blithe word had passage through her lips.

LEI.  See, what a pleasing humour wooers bring.

YOUNG B. O, but ye leave too soon.

LEI.  Yet she avers
I stand too long:  shall I choose yours or hers?

MAT.  Either forbear, I pray ye, for a while.

    Enter RICHMOND.[311]

Welcome, Lord Richmond.

RICH.  What, doth Matilda smile,
That still like silence solitary sat? 
Then off with widow’s weeds, and teach your feet
(That have forgot for want of exercise,
And by the means your sorrow had no mean)
To tread a measure for a gallant crew
Of courtly masquers landed at the stairs;
Before whom, unentreated, I am come,
And have prevented, I believe, their page,
Who with his torch is enter’d.

FITZ.  Richmond, thanks,
If you have aught to say about the masquers. 
Beseech the gentlemen to enter in,
For they are welcome guests to old Fitzwater.
                              [Exit Messenger. 
Son, son, I pray you fetch the ladies in: 
We have been talking here about a match,
And left our noble friends in discontent.

RICH.  Nay, by my faith we had much merriment,
Yet thought it long you neither came nor sent.

[MATILDA faints, and sits down.

FITZ.  How now, Matilda? pray thee, cheer thee, girl.

MAT.  I thought it was a lightening before death,[312]
Too sudden to be certain.  Good pleasure, stay.

Enter Ladies.

Wilt thou not, wanton? churl, then go thy way.

RICH.  What, chang’d so soon? so soon fallen to your dumps? 
Cheerly! the masque comes in.

    [Enter the Masque.]

MAT.  O[313] God, this veil
And look fit not this sport.  I’ll leave it.

LEI.  Nay,
For your love William’s sake, fair maiden, stay!

    [Dance:  Masquers take each a lady, JOHN
    MATILDA, but [she] refusing, father.[314]
    They sit down apart.

FITZ.  This is no courtship, daughter, be not nice,
You both abuse him and disparage us. 
His fellows had the ladies they did choose,
And, well, you know here’s no more maids than Maud:[315]
Yourself are all our store.  I pray you, rise,
Or, by my faith, I say you do us wrong.

MAT.  I will do what you will.  Lead, lead your dance.

KING.  You know me by my speech.

MAT.  Ay, my liege, ay.  O, that temptation’s tongue
Hath[316] nowhere to be plac’d but in your head!

KING.  Well, say I have her tongue, had I not need,
When you have both her eyes, nay, all her shape,
Able to tempt even Job himself to rape?