s rebellious cook cares not a straw for.
There are a dozen of woodcocks,
For which he has found out
A new device for sauce, and will not dish 'em
With toast and butter.

_Sir G._ Cook, rogue, obey him.
I have given the word, pray you, now, remove yourself
To a collar of brawn, and trouble me no farther.

_Greedy._ I will; and meditate what to eat at dinner,
For my guts have been in the kitchen this half hour. [_Exit._

_Sir G._ And, as I said, Meg, when this gull disturb'd us,
This honourable lord, this colonel,
I would have thy husband.

_Marg._ There's too much disparity
Between his quality and mine, to hope it.

_Sir G._ I more than hope it, and doubt not to effect it.
Be thou no enemy to thyself; my wealth
Shall weigh his titles down, and make you equals.
Now for the means to assure him thine, observe me;
Remember he's a courtier, and a soldier,
And not to be trifled with; and therefore, when
He comes to woo you, see you do not coy it.
This mincing modesty hath spoil'd many a match
By a first refusal, in vain after hop't for.

_Marg._ You'll have me, sir, preserve the distance that
Confines a virgin?

_Sir G._ Virgin me no virgins.
I will have you lose that name, or you lose me;
I will have you private; start not, I say, private.

_Marg._ Though you can dispense
With your honour, I must guard my own.
This is not the way to make me his wife.
My modest breeding yielded up so soon,
Cannot but assure him,
I, that am light to him, will not hold weight
When tempted by others: so in judgment,
When to his will I have given up my honour,
He must, and will, forsake me.

_Sir G._ How! forsake thee?
Do I wear a sword for fashion? or is this arm
Shrunk up, or wither'd? Does there live a man
Of that large list I have encounter'd with,
Can truly say I e'er gave inch of ground,
Not purchas'd with his blood that did oppose me?
Forsake thee when the thing is done! he dares not.
Though all his captains, echoes to his will,
Stood arm'd by his side, to justify the wrong,
Spite of his lordship, I will make him render
A bloody and a strict account; and force him,
By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour;
I have said it.

_Enter_ Marall.

_Mar._ Sir, the man of honour's come,
Newly alighted.

_Sir G._ In, without reply,
And do as I command, or thou art lost.

_Exit_ Margaret.

Is the loud music, I gave order for,
Ready to receive him?

_Mar._ 'Tis, sir.

_Sir G._ Let 'em sound
A princely w