MOR.  Win her, and wear her, man, with all my heart!

CAS.  O, I’ll haunt her till I make her stoop. 
Come, come, my lord, this was to try her voice;
Let’s in and court her; one of us shall speed.

AKER.  Happy man[441] be his dole that misseth her, say I.

DUN.  My weaker senses cannot apprehend
The means this stranger us’d to make her speak: 
There is some secret mystery therein,
Conceal’d from Dunstan, which the heavens reveal,
That I may scourge this bold, blaspheming man,
Who holds religious works of little worth!

         [Exeunt; manent CLINTON and FORREST.

FOR.  Now, Captain Clinton, what think you of me?

CLIN.  Methinks as yet the jest holds pretty well. 
The one hath taught her to deny himself: 
The other woo’d so long, he cannot speed.

FOR.  This news will please young Musgrave.

CLIN.  Marry will it,
And I will hasten to acquaint him with them: 
Come, let’s away.

[Exeunt.

Enter PARSON SHORTHOSE and GRIM the Collier.

GRIM.  No, Master Parson, grief hath made my heart and me a pair of balance, as heavy as lead.  Every night I dream I am a town top, and that I am whipped up and down with the scourge-stick of love and the metal of affection; and when I wake,[442] I find myself stark naked, and as cold as a stone.  Now judge how I am tumbled and tossed; poor Grim the collier hath wished himself burnt up amongst his coals.

SHO.  O Grim! be wise, dream not of love,
Thy sorrows cannot fancy move: 
If Jug love thee, love her again;
If not, thy kindness then refrain.

GRIM.  I am not skilled in your rhyming.  Master Parson; but that which is bred in the flesh will never come out of the bone.  I have seen as much as another man; my travel should teach me.  There’s never a day in the week but I carry coals from Croydon to London; and now, when I rise in the morning to harness my horses, and load my cart, methinks I have a tailor sewing stitches in my heart:  when I am driving my cart, my heart that wanders one way, my eyes they leer another, my feet they lead me, I know not whither, but now and then into a slough over head and ears; so that poor Grim, that before was over shoes in love, is now over head and ears in dirt and mire.

SHO.  Well, Grim, my counsel shall suffice
To help thee; but in any wise
Be rul’d by me, and thou shalt see,
As thou lov’st her, she shall love thee.

GRIM.  A lard![443] but do you think that will be so?  I should laugh till I tickle to see that day, and forswear sleep all the next night after.  O Master Parson, I am so haltered in affection, that I may tell you in secret, [since] here’s nobody else hears me, I take no care how I fill my sacks.  Every time I come to London, my coals are found faulty; I have been five times pilloried, my coals given to the poor, and my sacks burnt before my face.  It were a shame to speak this, but truth will come to light.  O Joan! thou hast thrown the coal-dust of thy love into my eyes, and stricken me quite blind.