Fal.

Well, my fair princess, see thy wand'ring knight.

Urs.

Welcome to London, Sir John; thou art indeed a wanderer.

Fal.

A true knight-errant for thy sake.

Urs.

For my sake, Sir John?

Fal.

Ay, for thine, my Helen. Have I not encounter'd tremendous giants and fiery dragons, in the rebels of Northumberland and Wales? And then for magicians and enchanted castles: Owen Glendower and his Welch devils we put to the rout; and many a strong-hold between here and West-Chester have I visited, releasing fair damsels and distressed 'squires from captivity. I brought two of the latter up to town; I would they were safely immur'd in the country again.

Urs.

And all these exploits for me, Sir John.

Fal.

As I am a true knight, to lay my laurels at thy feet.

Urs.

Do you then still love me in sincerity, Sir John?

Fal.

Do I love thee? Am I a soldier? Have I courage? Love thee; I will be thy Trollus, and thou shalt be my Cressida.

Urs.

You have long told me so, indeed.

Fal.

And can I lye? Thou shalt be sole possessor of my person and wealth. Thou shalt share in the honours done me at the court of the new king. Thou shalt—but what shalt thou not do? We will be married incontinently.

Urs.

O, Sir John, you know your own power and our sex's weakness: but indeed for decency I cannot so speedily consent. Besides, Sir John, I am not yet put into possession of my estate and moneys.

Fal.

Nay then, as thou sayst, love, for decency's sake, we must bear with a short delay: but I will no longer be kept out of possession than thou art.

Urs.

You shall not, Sir John: and, in the mean time, our lawyers shall confer on the terms of our marriage.

Fal.

I hate lawyers. Let a priest suffice. Am not I a man of honour?