SCENE I. Friar Stark's cell.
Enter FRIAR STARK and CONNOR
FRIAR STARK
On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
CONNOR
My father Odinson will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
FRIAR STARK
You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
CONNOR
Immoderately she weeps for Logun's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
FRIAR STARK
[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Enter MADDIE
CONNOR
Happily met, my lady and my wife!
MADDIE
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
CONNOR
That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
MADDIE
What must be shall be.
FRIAR STARK
That's a certain text.
CONNOR
Come you to make confession to this father?
MADDIE
To answer that, I should confess to you.
CONNOR
Do not deny to him that you love me.
MADDIE
I will confess to you that I love him.
CONNOR
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
MADDIE
If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
CONNOR
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
MADDIE
The tears have got small victory by that;
For it was bad enough before their spite.
CONNOR
Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
MADDIE
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
