MOR.  And, daughter, you must think what I have done
Was for your good, to wed you to the earl,
Who will maintain and love you royally: 
For what had Musgrave but his idle shape? 
A shadow to the substance you must build on.

ROB.  She will build substance on him, I trow;
Who keeps a shrew against her will, had better let her go. [Aside.]

MAR.  Madam, conceal your grief, and seem content;
For, as it is, you must be rul’d per force: 
Dissemble, till convenient time may serve
To think on this despite and Musgrave’s love. [Aside.]

LACY.  Tell me, my dear, wilt thou at length be pleas’d?

HON.  As good be pleas’d, my lord, as not be eas’d;
Yet though my former love did move me much,
Think not amiss, the same love may be yours.

CAS.  What! is it a match? nay then, since you agree,
I cannot mend myself, for aught I see;
And therefore ’tis as good to be content. 
Come, lady, ’tis your lot to be my dame. 
Lordings, adieu; God send you all good speed! 
Some have their wives for pleasure, some for need.

LACY.  Adieu, Castiliano:  are we friends?

CAS.  Yes, yes, my lord, there is no remedy.

ROB.  No remedy, my masters, for a wife? 
A note for young beginners:  mark it well.

[Exeunt.

    Enter FORREST, CAPTAIN CLINTON, HARVEY.

FOR.  Now, gallants, what imagine you of this? 
Our noses are all slit; for Mariana,
The Spanish doctor hath her to his wife,
And Musgrave’s hopes are dead for Honorea,
For she is married to the Earl of Kent. 
’Twill be good sport to see them when they rise. 
If so they be not gotten up already.

CLIN.  I say the devil go with them all for me. 
The Spanish doctor marry Marian! 
I think that slave was born to cross me still. 
Had it not been last day before the earl,
Upon my conscience, I had crack’d his crown,
When first he ask’d the lady for his wife;
Now he hath got her too, whom I desir’d. 
Why, he’ll away with her ere long to Spain,
And keep her there to dispossess our hopes.

FOR.  No, I can comfort you for that suppose:[449]
For yesterday he hir’d a dwelling-house,
And here he means to tarry all this year;
So long at least, whate’er he doth hereafter.

CLIN.  A sudden plotform[450] comes into my mind,
And this it is.  Miles Forrest, thou and I
Are partly well acquainted with the doctor. 
Ralph Harvey shall along with us to him;
Him we’ll prefer for his apothecary? 
Now, sir, when Ralph and he are once acquainted,
His wife may often come unto his house,
Either to see his garden, or such like: 
For, doubt not, women will have means enough,
If they be willing, as I hope she will. 
There may we meet her, and let each one plead: 
He that speeds best, why let him carry it.