University of Virginia Library

Scene VI.

To Robin, &c. Marian. Iohn. Scarlet. Scathlock.
Rob.
My Marian, and my Mistris!

Mar.
My lov'd Robin!

Mel.
The Moones at full, the happy paire are met!

Mar.
How hath this morning paid me, for my rising!
First, with my sports; but most with meeting you!
I did not halfe so so well reward my hounds,
As she hath me to day: although I gave them
All the sweet morsels, call'd Tongue, Eares, and Dowcets!

Rob.
What? and the inch-pin?

Mar.
Yes.

Rob.
Your sports then
pleas'd you?

Mar.
You are a wanton.

Rob.
One I doe confesse
I wanted till you came, but now I have you,
Ile grow to your embraces, till two soules
Distilled into kisses, through our lips
Doe make one spirit of love.

Mar.
O Robin! Robin!

Rob.
Breathe, breathe a while, what sayes my gentle Marian?

Mar.
Could you so long be absent?

Rob.
What a weeke?
Was that so long?

Mar.
How long are Lovers weekes!
Doe you think Robin, when they are asunder?
Are they not Pris'ners yeares?

Rob.
To some they seem so;
But being met againe, they'are Schoole-boyes houres.

Mar.
That have got leave to play, and so wee use them.

Rob.
Had you good sport i'your chase to day?

Io.
O prime!

Mar.
A lusty Stagge?

Rob.
And hunted yee at force?

Mar.
In a full cry.

Io.
And never hunted change!

Rob.
You had stanch Hounds then?

Mar.
Old and sure, I love
No young rash dogs, no more then changing friends.

Rob.
What relayes set you?

Io.
None at all; we laid not
In one fresh dog.

Rob.
Hee stood not long then?

Sca.
Yes,
Five houres and more. A great, large Deere!

Rob.
What head?

Ioh.
Forked! A Hart of ten.

Mar.
Hee is good Venison,
According to the season i' the blood,
I'll promise all your friends, for whom he fell.

Ioh.
But at his fall there hap't a chance.

Mar.
Worth marke?

Rob.
I! what was that sweet Marian He kisses her.


Mar.
You'll not heare?

Rob.
I love these interruptions in a Story; He kisses her againe.

They make it sweeter.

Mar.
You doe know, as soone
As the Assay is taken. He kisses her againe.


Rob.
On my Marian.
I did but take the Assay.

Mar.
You stop ones mouth,
And yet you bid 'hem speake—when the Arbors made.

Rob.
Puld downe, and paunch turn'd out.

Mar.
Hee that undoes him;
Doth cleave the brisket-bone, upon the spoone
Of which, a little gristle growes, you call it—

Rob.
the Ravens-bone.

Mar.
Now, ore head sate a Raven!
On a sere bough! a growne great Bird! and Hoarse!
Who, all the while the Deere was breaking up,
So crok'd and cry'd for't, as all the hunts-men,
(Especially old Scathlocke) thought it ominous!
Swore it was Mother Maudlin; whom he met,
At the Day-dawne; just as hee rows'd the Deere,
Out of his Laire: but wee made shift to run him
Off his foure leggs, and sunke him e're wee left.
Is the Deere come?

Scat.
Hee lies within ô the dresser!

Mar.
Will you goe see him Mellifleur?

Mel.
I attend you.

Mar.
Come Amie, you'll goe with us?

Am.
I am not well.

Lio.
Shee's sick o' the yong Shep'ard that bekist her.

Mar.
Friend, cheare your friends up, wee will eate him merrily.

Alk.
Saw you the Raven, Friend?

Scat.
I, qu'ha suld let me?
I suld be afraid ô you sir suld I?

Clar.
Hunts-man!
A Dram more of Civilitie would not hurt you?

Rob.
Nay, you must give them all their rudenesses;
They are not else themselves, without their language.

Alk.
And what do you thinke of her?

Scat.
As of a Witch.
They call her a Wise-woman, but I thinke her
An arrant Witch.

Cla.
And wherefore think you so?

Sca.
Because, I saw her since, broiling the bone
Was cast her at the Quarrie.

Alk.
Where saw you her?

Sca.
I' the Chimley nuik, within: shee's there, now.

Rob.
Marian.