HON.  I would that last
Might be thy last, thou monster of all men!

MUS.  Hear me with patience.

HON.  Cease:  I’ll hear no more! 
’Tis my affection, and not reason, speaks: 
Then, Musgrave, turn the hardness of thy heart,
And now at least incline thy love to mine.

MUS.  Nay, now I see thou wilt not be reclaim’d. 
Go and bestow this hot love on the earl;
Let not these loose affects thus scandalise
Your fair report.  Go home, and learn to live
As chaste as Lucrece, madam.  So I leave you.

[She pulleth him back.

HON.  O, stay a little while, and hear my tongue
Speak my heart’s words, which cannot choose but tell thee,
I hate the earl, only because I love thee. [Exit MUSGRAVE. 
Musgrave, return! hear, Honorea speaks! 
Disdain hath left him wings to fly from me! 
Sweet love, lend me thy wings to overtake him,
For I can stay him with kind dalliance! 
All this is but the blindness of my fancy. 
Recall thyself:  let not thy honour bleed
With the foul wounds of infamy and shame. 
My proper home shall call me home again,
Where my dear lord bewails, as much as I,
His too much love to her that loves not him. 
Let none hereafter fix her maiden love
Too firm on any, lest she feel with me
Musgrave’s revolt and his inconstancy.
                                    [Exit.

Enter FORREST, with MARIAN.

FOR.  Tut, I’ll remember thee, and straight return: 
But here’s the doctor.

MAR.  Where?  Forrest, farewell! 
I would not have him see me for a world.

FOR.  Why? he is not here.  Well, now I see you fear him.

MAR.  Marry, beshrew thee for thy false alarm! 
I fear him? no, I neither fear nor love him.

FOR.  But where’s my lady?  She is gone home before,
And I must follow after.  Marian, farewell.

MAR.  I shall expect your coming.

FOR.  Presently;
And nearest thou, Marian? nay, it shall be so—­

[He whispers in her ear.

MAR.  O Lord, sir, you are wed, I warrant you: 
We’ll laugh, be merry, and, it may be, kiss;
But if you look for more, you aim amiss.

FOR.  Go to, go to! we’ll talk of this anon.

[Exit FORREST.

MAR.  Well, go thy way, for the true-heartedst man
That liveth, and as full of honesty,
And yet as wanton as a pretty lamb. 
He’ll come again, for he hath lov’d me long,
And so have many more besides himself;
But I was coy and proud, as maids are wont,
Meaning to match beyond my mean estate: 
Yet I have favour’d youths and youthful sports,
Although I durst not venture on the main;
But now it will not be so soon espied. 
Maids cannot, but a wife a fault may hide.

    Enter NAN.

What, Nan!

NAN.  Anon, forsooth.