DUN.  God doth dispose all at his blessed will;
And he hath chang’d their minds from bad to good,
That we, which see’t, may learn to mend ourselves.

LACY.  I’ll reconcile myself to Musgrave’s love: 
I will recant my false suspicion,
And humbly make my true submission.

[Exeunt.

Enter MARIAN, chafing.

MAR.  Say’st thou thou’lt make the house too hot for me? 
I’ll soon abroad, and cool me in the air. 
I’ll teach him never scorn to drink his health
Whom I do love.  He thinks to overcrow me
With words and blows; but he is in the wrong,
Begin he when he dares!  O, he’s too hot
And angry to live long with Marian. 
But I’ll not long be subject to his rage: 
Here ’tis shall rid him of his hateful life,
And bless me with the style of widowhood. 
’Twas Harvey’s work to temper it so well: 
The strongest poison that he could devise.

    Enter CLINTON.

I have been too long subject to the slave;
But now I’ll cast off that detested yoke.

CLIN.  Musgrave, I see, is reconcil’d to th’earl;
For now I met him walking with Lord Lacy. 
Sure, this is Marian’s plot, and there she stands. 
What, love, alone!

MAR.  Ay, captain, much disturb’d
About the frantic doctor’s jealousy;
Who, though he seem’d content when thou wast there,
He after fell reviling thee and me;
Robb’d me of all my jewels; locks his plate
In his own trunk; and let’s me only live
To bear the idle title of his wife.

CLIN.  Fair Marian, by a soldier’s loyal faith,
If my employment any way may help
To set thee free from this captivity,
Use me in any sort:  command my sword;
I’ll do’t, as soon as thou shalt speak the word.

MAR.  Now, by my true love, which I wish to thee,
I conjure thee with resolution
To slay that monster!  Do not fail to do it! 
For, if thou dost, I would I had not spoke it.

CLIN.  Now try me; and, when next we hap to meet,
The doctor lies stone dead at Clinton’s feet.

MAR.  Nay, now I see thou lov’st me.

CLIN.  Say no more. 
If thou dost loathe him, he shall die therefore.

MAR.  To-morrow morning will he early rise
To see Earl Lacy:  meet him in the cloister,
And make that place revenge his sanctuary. 
This night will I break open all the trunks,
Rifle his caskets, rob him of his gold;
And all the doctor’s treasure shall be thine. 
If thou miscarry, yet this drink shall do it.

Enter CASTILIANO.

CAS.  My wife’s impatience hath left me alone,
And made my servant run, I know not whither.

MAR.  Peace! here is our eyesore.  Clinton, leave us now.

CLIN.  Nay, now occasion smiles, and I will do it.
                           [CLINTON draweth his sword.

MAR.  Put up thy sword; be it thy morning’s work: 
Farewell to-night; but fail me not to-morrow.