Mich. Be rul'd by me: I see her eye fast on him:
And what ye heard, believe, for 'tis so certain
He neither dar'd, nor must oppose my evidence;
And be you wise, young Lady, and believe too,
This man you love, Sir?
Val. As I love my soul, Sir.
Mich. This man you put into a free possession
Of what his wants could ask: or your self render?
Val. And shall do still.
Mich. Nothing was barr'd his liberty
But this fair Maid; that friendship first was broken,
And you, and she abus'd; next, (to my sorrow
So fair a form should hide so dark intentions)
He hath himself confess'd (my purpose being
Only to stop his journey, by that policy
Of laying Felony to his charge, to fright the Sailers)
Divers abuses done, Thefts often practis'd,
Monyes, and Jewels too, and those no trifles.
Cell. O where have I bestrew'd my faith! in neither!
Let's in for ever now, there is vertue.
Mich. Nay do not wonder at it, he shall say it:
Are ye not guilty thus?
Fran. Yes: O my Fortune!
Mich. To give a proof I speak not enviously,
Look here; do you know these Jewels?
Cell. In, good Mother.