guardage

O , thou foul thief , where hast thou stowed my
daughter ?
Damned as thou art , thou hast enchanted her !
For I’ll refer me to all things of sense ,
If she in chains of magic were not bound ,
Whether a maid so tender , fair , and happy ,
So opposite to marriage that she shunned
The wealthy curlèd darlings of our nation ,
Would ever have , t’ incur a general mock ,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou — to fear , not to delight !
Judge me the world , if ’tis not gross in sense
That thou hast practiced on her with foul charms ,
Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
That weakens motion . I’ll have ’t disputed on .
’Tis probable , and palpable to thinking .
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abuser of the world , a practicer
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant . —
Lay hold upon him . If he do resist ,
Subdue him at his peril .